Missing

by Lynn White

There were no new stories then
though everything was happening
nothing was happening
so nothing to say
nothing to tell
no gossip
face to face
lit up with smiles
the smiles were missing
hidden away with the moues
and other clues
of warmth and welcome
or icy distaste.

The fires inside us
had been doused
put out
flattened
as we skated around each other.
Unseen ice is dangerous
so we took care
to miss each other
as we missed each other.

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