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and so it goes.

We sit down over breakfast,
I still feel
your impression from last night.
You say,"I love you."
I study my english muffin,
counting nooks and crannies,
watching butter melt.
You stand.
You pour more coffee,
but I don't look over.
I don't have an answer
and you know it.
Your coffee cup slams
and I look up.
You search my eyes.
Now you count nooks and crannies,
Wondering how to take back
what was intended to be irrevocable.

Written by beautiful_accident

Published 31st Oct 2011

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Grace (IDryad)

31st Oct 2011 9:48am

To be loved and not love...that's so sad. I like the way you put it though.

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beautiful_accident

31st Oct 2011 10:57am

Thank you. It's harder knowing it's likely contagious; that the person who gives you their heart with nothing in return will be in the same condition with someone else.

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Anonymous

31st Oct 2011 12:55pm

I don't think the last couplet is needed. It feels like the moral of the story, which we don't need telling. "Irrevocable" would be a more effective close IMHO. Besides that nit this is a brilliant poem. The focusing on small details during a moment of great tension is a marvellous, really insightful touch, and the narrative has the same crisp pace a novelist would give it. Thanks for the read, BA.