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sitting in a diner in a college town close to home.
my love sits across from me as we chat about nothing.
how much do we have to say that we are not?
so much left unsaid.

as i sit there, i hear a voice from my left.
a waitress asks me if i would like more coffee.
she seems to be on the edge of saying something.
so much left unsaid.

as the waitress leaves, i see a love of the past.
she is talking to someone i don't know.
she glances briefly and promptly ignores me.
so much left unsaid.