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What if when our eyes meet

and one of us turns away, 

will we fill the air with silence

or empty words, laying 

it side by side

a question,

a nod, smile

empty talk?

 

I hope when my voice 

reaches you 

with stretched arms

in a whisper 

across the table

at your favorite spot

you will hear me 

in your heart.

 

 

 

First published in The Pangolin Review in 2018 

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