in your condo’s thirteenth floor

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i think there’s something wrong with you today,
your eyes flickering about the kitchen
nervously. cups of coffee untouched: they’ve
become cold already. silence again.
the only sound i hear is your fingers
ramming tensely at the table. the ref
whining behind us. i have no answers
at all when i quietly ask myself
why everything suddenly turned out like this.
the electricity between us gone
forever. before, you’d give me a kiss
every time our gazes meet like this. none
of that now. i don’t love you anymore,
you say, standing. the cups crash to the floor.