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.
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.