a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Bickering Could Be The Death Of You

Asleep on the floor
I hear your breath
separate in the bed
waiting for a signal
bickering
was tiresome
Could you still love me?
I twisted the soft frayed cord
it's use depended on your answer
when you awakened.

11 comments:

Keith Hillman said...

I hope he gave the correct answer! A delightful 'what happened next?' piece.

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Rosey Pinkerton said...

It sounds like a pretty volatile relationship to me!

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Sandra said...

OH MY... waiting for the sequel to this post

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

At least there's a "when" at the end, and not an "if."

Old Egg said...

She must have been acquiescent originally. It would be best if she disappeared into the night, no one knows where.

Lowcarb team member said...

Yes, I liked this and the 'atmosphere' the words created too.

All the best Jan

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kaykuala said...

It is always nice to give way and perhaps even give in for long lasting love!

Hank

Jae Rose said...

It feels like not just the cord is frayed...i hope that perhaps one day it can be remade..thicker..stronger..away from any troubles that are not our own..a powerful poem...what is not directly said speaks volumes

Karen S. said...

May it be a merry awakening!

Susan Anderson said...

Yikes!

;)

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