Staring at each other
Looking for the right words
What else, I ask
Blank stares
She tells me about Chinese novelas
Documentaries and the Terra Cotta
Bowel movements and health
I don't know what to say
I can't find my words
Tell her About my fears?
The last fling, perhaps…
Sometimes I love you is enough
Words not needed
What more is there?
A world?
I clutch for something—anything
She'll be gone some day
Some say
I guess let's just make it for today