A Year of Poems – Day 39

Words leave at the worst moments

The back of a head framed in a closing door
Drinks at dinner without a toast
Confused eyes breaking gaze to look elsewhere
A body flinching from unexpected pain
The bottom of an empty mug lifted for the seventh time

Maybe they weren’t enough to begin with

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