Monday, 21 November 2016

Chores.

I watch as your eyes refocus.
I'm unsure if you are trying to hide it,
And are oblivious to its obvious,
Or whether it is an unsubtle hint.

I carry on, regardless,
Because then you are aware,
And my chore is done.
I'm just sad that it's a chore.

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