But what could I have said to you
in the extra hour?
With you staring
at the café door,
at customers entering, leaving;
and me glancing
out the window, planning
reports, phone calls, meetings.
For the week is just as long
in your life as in mine;
the hours come and go the same.
And still we do not say
what we mean.
An extra hour will not
resolve the scene.
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