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every day she comes
sits down at the corner table
sips her coffee
and looks forlorn

I want to sit down
next to her
and to smile at her
to change her expression

but every time I try
I hit the invisible wall
she has erected around herself
so as not to be disturbed
I cradle this love like a hidden blade — gleaming, silent, and buried deep beneath my ribs… beautiful in its pain, deadly in its silence.
If I look into her eyes, I won’t smile,
No words will rise, not even denial.
Just silence — as I drop to my knees,
Drowning slow in a depth none sees,
Forever lost in her gaze’s seas.
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