Silent Treatment

Minimal seems like a good way

to describe the words that we share

I don't doubt that you could slice

through the tension in the air

Saying only what is necessary

to get us through the day

Daggers shooting from your skull

when I turn to look your way

Sadness dances around the

surface of your eyes

Hopelessness and despair seem

to roll off of your sighs

Uneasiness crackles in your voice.

Did you kiss me because it was habit?

Or, was that your own choice?

Disappointment fills every other crack

As we both wonder if we can ever get it back.

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