lost moment

we sit
together

afternoon sun through trees
the touching of leaves

our eyes meeting
in the space between

then a sudden pinch
in your face

stale words
about the many things

i already know
you hate

i sink inside
as colours fade

no dappled light
in this grey

tea turns cold
in my warm hands

i refrain
from my usual smile

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