Slipped Up

Names stumble off my tongue like misfired gunshots,
Forgetting our shared reticence for just a moment
The unease pools in my stomach like hot venom 
Eyes shifting, evading acknowledgment, overlooking the disquiet
Ignorance is feigned 
Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, for now
It’ll slip your mind sooner or later
Your mind, my lips 
At least we’re consistent

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