“Tell me something I don’t know.”
How ominous.
what if i were to say
i am in the throes
of a forgotten
not yet forgiven love?
would that count?
i see you
look at me intently,
then look away,
and start talking of the weather.
yes, i know,
what else could have been said?
i shall retire once more
into my silent world.
perhaps that is how it should be.
and so,
i hear myself say
“i love pumpkin,
especially how my mum cooks it.”
your smile tells me
you are satisfied,
and we can move on.
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