hear you speak
and to speak to you
but still
I saw you
in the corner of my eye
on a reflective surface
Hahah, the only time you are transparent
is seen through
glass' reflection
You are watching, silently
wanting an explanation
I have none
preferring conservation of conversation
I open the refrigerated case
and turn you away
but before your image leaves
in the corner of my eye
I see you frown
and bite your lip
The whirring moter comes alive
as it overdubs our sigh
at the mistake we chose to do
'I'll never speak to you again'
The only thing spoken to each other
is the sound of shoes upon linoleum
echoing from our bodies, of our bodies
click clack
click clack
click clack
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