I caught a glimpse
of the other side of the conversation
not the thoughts behind his lips
but how it rolls on without me
up the stairs into his home
settling at her chair during dinner
an echo over roast beef and potato
that turns her meal sour
I caught it in her eyes
and tried to stifle the blaze
the first time we met
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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