Cold Tea and Sympathy

As the television played to an empty room
we fell apart in the kitchen;
cups of untouched,
unsuguared conversation
brewed in my mouth
but I said nothing.

You said nothing but swallowed hard
and that was the last time
we spoke about love.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

My divorce hurt like hell. My flat is cold for a reason.

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