Before

[coffeewithkafka]

I will sit at the table
and try not to stare
I'd rather be holding your hand
but it's just there
by your coffee and
out of reach
I'll answer your questions
I'm fine, how are you
I'd rather we were alone
somewhere
But you thought we'd
do better here
I'll smile and laugh
pretend I'm not in love with you
I wish you'd let me say it
but it's become taboo.
I'll hug you halfheartedly
when you leave
and command my arms not
to tighten around you and
seize the moment
You'll walk away
and Ill walk away
But I'll be limping.

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