Lovers quarrel

Gee, what’s that for?
Silence, silence and a longer silence followed
Do I have to ask you again?
There ensued a deeper look piercing but no word
What? What is your problem?
You are my problem, you are, and he answered!
Now, both are shouting, is there anything weird?
Silence, the crowd is enjoying what they heard.

poem by Edgar Rendon Eslit
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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