she asks me, as we sit
without talking
in the living room.
the tv
off, our phones
no longer clenched
in our hands.
just me and her.
what is it, she says again,
what's on your
mind.
speak.
tell me if something is wrong.
don't leave
me in the dark,
alone.
spit it out.
i can take it.
nothing is wrong, i tell
her.
everything is fine.
look how pink the light
is as
it comes
into the room.
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