Early morning
i need to know you
we exchange notes
about last night
some of them are lies
but deep within are truths
which we do not need to say
during our breakfast together
the plates are listening
and spoons and forks do not argue
i like this ambiance of softness
this skin of empathy
your eyes still glow
and i love the way they see me still
despite the pains of our years
we are still the best of friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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