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Reaching Enough

We sit together,

Strangers over tea.

Clink of expensive china,

rustle of our morning papers,

creamy color of Lipton

With Half and Half,

smell of cardamom seeds

Swirled in your tea

Just the way you like it,

And silence.

You with your sports page,

And I with my crossword.

Today’s crossword is ‘hard,’

I may not get all the words.

I hum softly to myself,

And you clear your throat.

Our eyes meet over the edge

Of newspapers.

There is a storming instant

Of recognition,

Of walks in Japanese gardens,

And in tall cathedrals,

Small churches,

Smaller temples,

The smell of redwoods,

The sight of large red rocks,

And conversations,

So many conversations,

It felt like there would be no words

Left in the world.

And then the moment passes.

We sip our tea,

You read the sports page,

I try to find a seven letter word

For ‘pink.’

A memory whispers along my skin

Like a forgotten song,

Your voice, an octave lower than usual,

Your hand over mine,

Your lips above my ear, saying

“There is never enough time,

Never enough.”

We have reached our enough now,

Over our morning papers and tea.