Will


I fidget ever so slightly
Fingers brush the collar
Hands linger ever so slightly
on the third button
tugging,aimlessly, effortlessly
a habit, a wandering finger, a hastened touch
then a stolen glance
at the beeping clock.
I pour out coffee
a small cup, just a little sugar
please
a quick stir, a hasty sip, an empty cup
hands with warmth clinging,
reaching towards the mirror
to check for stains
just in case I forget.
The door slams;
in guilt
a muffled apology, click of the knob
clack clack clack
the half – polished shoes leave no echo.
Unchosen tie on the chair
Unwashed cup on the table
Unfinished polish on the floor.
I leave them all behind.

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