Random Poetry

Is this it?

The mahogany table sat, expansive before him. He was concerned.

The fine dinner sat untouched by her as she stared down the table at him.

The air was so thick as to be suffocating.

The silence was deafening, the silence was alive, the silence would kill.

Broken at last.

"What have we done wrong?" Another Bite.

"What haven't we done wrong?" Another Breath.

"Are we still worth it?" Another Pause.

He set down his fork and turned to her.

She put her hands in her lap and turned to him.

"Can we fix this?" He reached out.

"Is it worth fixing?" She pulled her hands ever closer.

He sighed,

She sighed,

They sighed.

"If it's not fixed soon, what's the point?"

"And if it's never fixed?"

"How could you say that?"

"How could you not think that?"

He finished his food in silence.

She watched him eat.

He began to clear the table.

"Don't do that..."

"Why not?"

"You don't have to do that..."

"This is the only thing I can do right now."

He carried the burden into the kitchen.

She put her head in her hands.

They leaned into the smooth surface in front of them.

Why can't you understand?

Will you ever understand?

Why can't I understand you? 

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Be who you are, not what others want from you.