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a wife will have discussions
with her husband,
perhaps over morning coffee.
This cup,
that started their day as intended,
shared,
will leave a bitter taste on their tongues.
A lifetime of accusations will surface,
she has released her intentions
against these falsehoods.

Separated by distance,
we too share a morning routine.
Our thoughts reside in the here,
music will surface,
shared memories
will lighten this sunrise.
She is unaware of the other discussion.

I wonder how the subject will be approached.
Comfort will not be present for her, today...
until tonight,
when we leave our discussions
and find each other with compassionate eyes.

My actions must not give notice to our secret.
My eyes will do the whispering.
Patience will allow for such moments.
In silence,
moments will free themselves,
expressing what soon will follow.

A temptress shines brilliantly
in moments on silence.
Solitude is her temple,
longing echoes throughout the halls.

The great gift that fills the void,
forgotten in moments of distraction.
People voices,
sirens the serenate
the whispers of nature.
We will assert our values
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Conversations
Date: Tuesday, 11th April 2017 @ 09:45:51 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: eggflipper
Today,
a wife will have discussions
with her husband,
perhaps over morning coffee.
This cup,
that started their day as intended,
shared,
will leave a bitter taste on their tongues.
A lifetime of accusations will surface,
she has released her intentions
against these falsehoods.

Separated by distance,
we too share a morning routine.
Our thoughts reside in the here,
music will surface,
shared memories
will lighten this sunrise.
She is unaware of the other discussion.

I wonder how the subject will be approached.
Comfort will not be present for her, today...
until tonight,
when we leave our discussions
and find each other with compassionate eyes.

My actions must not give notice to our secret.
My eyes will do the whispering.
Patience will allow for such moments.
In silence,
moments will free themselves,
expressing what soon will follow.

A temptress shines brilliantly
in moments on silence.
Solitude is her temple,
longing echoes throughout the halls.

The great gift that fills the void,
forgotten in moments of distraction.
People voices,
sirens the serenate
the whispers of nature.
We will assert our values
onto an otherwise preoccupied mind.

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