Waltz of Glances

I had a feeling it would come to this.

Out eyes meet, flickering to anywhere but each other

We play this charade, endlessly

Some kind of unspoken, disengaged

waltz of glances.

Always, always slipping to the side

sliding past each other 

like two rivers of water, careful not to clash.


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