The exchange of looks.
Each guilt secretly there
in the minds of both.
The heavy heartbeats.
Sadness creeps like a
thief.
The smell of a ghost
from the past stings
strongly in the air.
There is no parting
word. No utterance of
anything.
It could have been
better. It could have
been better.
2017
chester maynes 
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BUT THIS POEM IS ALREADY AS GOOD AS IT GETS!
ORT-ORT-ORT!