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I hear your voice, talking to the plants

As the morning sun washes the herbs on the windowsill

You’ve always talked to the plants,

A nurturing, motherly habit of nature,

But you’ve always said, “It’s practical, they grow

When they know they’re loved”

I look up from my papers,

Watching you move as if for the first time,

The robe flowing gently over your curves,

The seamless flow of hand and thigh,

The brown hair, shining in the morning sun,

The smile I had fallen for, now almost forgotten.

You look up and notice me watching and fall silent,

The smile disappears,

Your back turns to me,

And I’ve grown to hate those herbs.

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