Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Water Glasses

They were perched 
On the stand
When I woke up today,
Your water glass
And mine,
Still sitting from just
Two evenings past,
When our mouths
Were dry
And emptied of
Their secrets.

I stared at them and
Thought of all
I said and did
Not say
And wondered if 
You were somewhere
Thinking the same.
They looked so natural,
Resting there.
We were quite 
The attractive pair.

But there is no need
For sets of two
In this room of one,
So I washed them off
And put them up 
Where they can be
Upside-down and empty,
No longer streaked
With foretastes of
Our separate, salty

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