Face to face

We sit face to face,

A cold dinner, face grimaced.

Fingertips strumming in syllables,

Hands moving like wordless tools.

We sit face to face,

Soft words brushing the matter away,

A break in dull laughter.

We sit face to face

And pretend.

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