Poetry

The New Unknown

Put the kettle on.
Is it time for this conversation?
Words hesitantly, but cuttingly spoken.
It probably wasn’t the time.

She continued despite his protests,
the table left untouched.
Not unexpected that hunger dies
after certain topics are discussed.

Recalling similar memories,
smaller emotions, less connected to her heart.
Despite the darkening in front,
she resolved to reach towards the light.

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