I think our anxieties speak (a poem)

I think our anxieties speak –

Your heartbeat, pounding

In response to my tapping feet.

 

Your tears blot into

Nervous laughter,

An awkward smile

You don’t know –

Well it’s fine,

Nor do I.

 

It’s like a conversation,

I breathe and you

Gasp and we

And we

And it repeats

Again

And we

Again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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