My heart stops as you reach out
And take my face in your hands.
No words bear more meaning
Than those that curl out of your mouth.
Hurt wraps its fingers around longing
As they both fight to be felt.
Neither of us is surprised by how it plays out:
Me too, I say as I match your smile.
It ends, as usual, when we start pretending.
You say it’s complicated between us
I nod in silent agreement;
It only is because you make it so.
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