Conversations Iiii Poem by Cait Oiler
Conversations Iiii
You smile politely as if to say that we've 'lost touch',
I slip my coffee and try to forget the moments we've lost,
It's hard to face you,
To look into your eyes,
For you share them with another,
And your hands,
Those hands that use to cling to mine,
Are forbidden to touch,
'Are you there? ' He asks and reaches for my arm,
I smile and nod to agree,
It has been years...
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