You forgot how you were just a moment ago
and you asked me to pass the bread
as if that was the confession you meant.
You still wouldn't blink,
you still held your head down
and weren't afraid of the screech of your knife across your plate
But you don't know why
and neither do I
so I passed the bread and forgot the hand
that still gripped the edge of my chair
This is amazing! You definitely have a way with words. Everything in this is so natural yet it goes so far beyond simple.
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