“Two cups”

Washing the day of my hands

Scrubbing the sweat of hardwork

I look for the two cups

To share some words and a shoulder to rest

Another one ended

Nothing glamorous here to see

I pick up the two cups

Looking for you

Hoping you have something to share

Silent screams

Some days end without a sound

I drag myself to crawl under the sheets.

Blurry with tears

I find you waiting with two cups and a shoulder.

In case I have something to share.

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