Legs folded, you sit
On the mattress.
The bulb lights half your face.
There is the other side
That I have been blind to.
Your words show praise
For a woman unknown.
Your yogic posture deceives me
And there’s more distance
Between us now than the space
Between our breath.
I know I love you
But your eyes
Drunk in love
More often felt
Never understood,
For someone who would
Be replaced next Sunday,
Changes something inside me.
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