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Volume 3 She prowls the hallway
after the lights are out
he scouts behind the garbage bins
she keeps her head down
and her eyes averted
he ponders her vacant frown
She twirls the corners of her hankies
he wipes the food from off his plate;
some emptiness that disturbs
is surreptitiously removed;
in either case
The tea cups talk between them
measuring the distances their lives have fled
all that time
all that measuring their lives
She winces when he bellows
he shuffles when she cries
‘No real harm done, then, my love’
and between the half moon spaces falls
an endless stream of almost effectless
lies
She passes the tea
he stirs the sugar
another sun goes down
‘I could never be by myself now’
both confide to no one around.
