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Saturday, October 10, 2009


You exhale
The signal
That you have something to say
But you aren't going to say it
And I don't ask
You exhale
Blowing out air
From the recesses of your lungs
As if you were running a race
And trying to catch your breath
I glance
You stare
And I don't ask
Because you want me to?
I think I'm just supposed to know
That's why you just
Because it's my fault that there is something
Heavy on your mind
And on mine
Air escaping in exasperation
With one
Or both of us
Maybe you have something to say
You just won't say it
And I won't ask

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