The air turns cold,
brittle,
and your words contract as my probing shrivels.
You misunderstand my questions, and I misunderstand your need.
You ignore my need to talk while I ignore your need for silence;
and so we sit pretending,
while the air turns cold.
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That’s very depressing, I hope you have cheered up now.
I wrote this a long time ago, and I had it in drafts on this blog so I decided to go ahead and publish it. It was as much experience as observation.
Evocative words – Beautifully written
Thank you.
It seems I can still post words on this blog as long as I don’t attach pictures. My pics will only be on my new one.
Anticipating your pics!!