lost moment

we sit together
afternoon sun through trees
the touching of leaves

our eyes meeting
in the space
in-between

then
a sudden pinch
in your face

stale words
about the many things
i already know you hate

i’m sinking inside
as colours fade

no dappled light
in this pain

as tea turns cold
in my warm hands

i refrain
from my usual smile

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