Our love is this.
It is a smile at a bedside.
Linking of arms and
clinking of glass.
A sunrise. A sunset.
It is ease. Joy. Truth.
Its unquestioned presence
wraps around every word.
Our love is this.
Soft hands held together
and cold feet
warming each other.
Knowing. Feeling.
Hurting. Together. Apart.
It is laughter and it
is sorrow.
Our love is this.
It is you, it is me.
A lifetime and a moment.
Tired of the constant bickering,
the ‘he said’ ‘she said’ never ending
circus. Tired of being the butt
of local gags and sick to death
of being harassed by the local gods,
she leaves. Takes an Uber
as far as she can get on her
Saturday wages and then
hitchhikes the rest. Doesn’t
look back.
They’d met by the sea.
He promised
to shake the world for her
but all she got was
a bellyful of anger and a
head full of snakes. Spiteful.
She’s alone now. Walking
the pier and looking
strangers in the eye.
The waves, his waves
crashing in front of her
like some kind of metaphor.
She wishes she could
turn herself to stone.
She could stand here forever
feeling nothing and
even the sea couldn’t
move her.
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