Tussle

She speaks to me
via tears
sighs and slammed

doors go up
where there should
be windows

face worth
a thousand words
but of late we

speak very few
just because we know
each other’s minds

does not mean
we need not speak
tears run her

mascara though
she knows she
doesn’t need it

I prefer the headaches
from slammed doors
over the quiet as

I stare out the
window at the wind
tussling her hair.

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