Found Poem 1

It’s a simple ‘yes or no’ question?

You love him?

Tell me the truth so. I can get on with my life?

This really won’t take long?

The argument crescendoes, insults coming fast and furious?


Resigned to his situation at least for the moment

It’s clear some hours have passed

His fingers tap nervously on the table

It’s an impossible contortion


He considers putting his hand on her shoulder

tries every other imaginable position,each less successful than the last.

where are you staying?

They gathered around to say good bye

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