Two pink hands held up, facing each other with their nails painted neon green.

Face to face

We sit face to face,

A cold dinner – face grimaced.

Fingertips strumming in syllables,

Hands moving like wordless tools.

We sit face to face,

We don’t see each other and

We don’t look at each other.

Soft words brushing the matter away,

A break in dull laughter.

We sit face to face

And pretend.

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