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Disaffection

You sit there,
Sipping your tea,
And tell me,
How much you hate today,
How much you hate me.

I don't seem to care,
I don't try to flee,
I hide my misery,
And watch you,
Watching me.

What were you expecting,
A confession of some sort?
A break-down?
Something darker,
To satisfy your thrist?

I gaze away,
And ask:
"Would you like some
coffee?"

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  • hawkeslake gold member
    October 21, 2008

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    Oh, I love the deliberate way you ignore your tormentor in the last stanza, with such a mundane (and therefore all the more pointed) question, "Would you like some coffee?"  Another very concise and clear description of a specific interaction that actually tells us volumnes about the relationship as a whole, and a situation I suspect a good many of your readers have experienced at one time or another. Nicely done!


  • Ditchables
    October 21, 2008
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    I like this. I love your wit (would it be wit?) about offering coffee.