You sit
I look
we smile
The usual
Feigned greeting-words
admitting no memory, no meaning
Your eyes
only reflect and speak naught
I will
deny the past
no more
Words must be found
So
I speak
I like your haircut
Still
I am left with but one thing
fingernails carved
into my back.
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