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Charger Cable in Hand
The cable twists in my grasp,
like words unsaid, coiling tight.
A motor passes, unseen,
its hum a reminder of silence.
Between us, a pause lingers,
a conversation never begun.Light shifts through the window,
changing shapes on the wall.
I trace the lines, hoping
to find meaning in shadows.
Yet, the moment slips away,
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