Sitting across from one another,
of mundane intricacies;
he gazes at her.
his affection for his wife:
his iridescent look,
My eyes glaze over
as she continues.
I do not listen,
only nodding accordingly and politely.
notice my rudeness
at the dinner table.
My mind wanders,
but does not stray.
I only think of
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