A long enough pause


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.


About Sean O'Gorman

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

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