Separation

maybe it was my fault and 

maybe i said something i wasn’t 
supposed to say 
and maybe 
i did something i shouldn’t 
have done and maybe, maybe 
conversation is healthy
but i like a little mystery in my life
let’s never talk
or shall we but 
use a new kind of language
convey this message in body
tell me in the set of your 
shoulders what you mean to say
in the shift of weight from one foot 
to the other
i deduce
and still
and in the end we can just be quiet together
i’ll read your mood by the 
diameter of your left pupil
a mediation of thought and act
erasing the unnecessary that only ever 
separates

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