Fridge Magnets

Her young words
Stuck to my thoughts

Like fridge magnets
Sliding slightly
Down a door,

A beautiful question
I’d reduced to a
Cutting aside,

Why are you always funny?

We looked at each other
For a moment,

Two cats frozen,
Guessing,

Just the purr
Of the passing cars
Outside –

I’m not really,
I said,

I know,
She sighed.

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