Stage 1. Dinner party

I didn’t

We never do

Know what to say

I stole a glance there

See if anything changed.

They felt a lump

He came in the room and with one arm

From behind

Hugged you. Kissed your head. Made it real

For a few seconds nothing moved. I wished I had done that

We all went back to cutting celery.

Replacing batteries.

Talking politics and weathervanes

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