I Caught A Glimpse Of A Frown That Forecast Our Future Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I looked up to catch her face contorting for a second
Was the coffee she was drinking at the time bitter? I don't think so
The words between us appear with the predictability of highway signs

Let's play catch up with our feelings and other trivial representations of who we are
In the future, we'll tear each other's hair out
She'll swing the axe and cleave my surprise

But if she's angry with my surprise, can I blame her?
I did witness the brief breakdown of self control
Was the coffee she was drinking at the time bitter? I don't think so

Warning grimace snaps complacency in two
Advertises the melodrama to come
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