A long enough pause

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She sees every word I’m thinking

through the expression on my face

and while I wait for her reply

the worst thoughts begin to surface.

I start looking for the exit signs,

like we weren’t dating, but divorced

from the kind of respect it takes to stay,

to maintain eye contact,

like a decent conversation

over this table of coffee and tea

and silent whispers

heard only once the music stops.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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