We sat across the table.
Two cups of tea.
Steam rising.
Her hands trembling.
My lips moving
but no words came.
I wanted to say, "Stay!"
She wanted to say, "I can’t."
So we let silence
continue and
finish the conversation.
The tea grew cold.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 6:00 AM UTC
We sat across the table.
Two cups of tea.
Steam rising.
Her hands trembling.
My lips moving
but no words came.
I wanted to say, "Stay!"
She wanted to say, "I can’t."
So we let silence
continue and
finish the conversation.
The tea grew cold.
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