A Conversation

He talks.

She smiles.

He asks all of the obligatory questions.

She answers,
laughing through the formality.

He persists in the silence,
not letting it take a hold.

She fidgets,
more comfortable with the silence
than the task of answering meaningless inquiries.

He watches her movements

as she watches his.

neither know what is true.

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