That we even met was against all odds, despite my name being there in the trees in the town where you lived. You drove by my name for years — “It’s a sign!” — but now the trees are dead, and will soon be gone.
I swear to myself I’ll be picky in chasing the new love of my life, swear to myself that next time I won’t compromise on my needs. I’ve been doing somersaults to just get you to want me; it’s backbreaking work, and I’d like to be done now.
It hurts to not feel … Read the rest
There was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel what it was
like in your arms.
Now, I feel invisible,
not that I don’t matter,
just that I don’t matter to you.
We’ve always lived
in house of cards and
now the walls are crumbling.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: nothing else, invisible, and cards.
Photo by Roger Starnes Sr on Unsplash
You wondered why I’d become so comfortable with not cuddling as much, not hugging as much, and I said it’s because now I can count on you like clockwork to be here, to come home to this bed.
Had I known the time was coming when your affection would be doled out in limited supply, I would have taken more when I had the chance. I would have held your hand on the couch every day. I would have rested my hand on your leg as you were driving, I would have hugged you from behind as you stood and … Read the rest
We met when your only job was shuttling your children back and forth to their various activities, and now I know you loved that more than most things. You’d drive for hundreds of miles just to get the chance to drive them another few hundred miles.
You are a warrior father. You will go to battle for them but not for me. I am the one you defend them against. You keep me away to keep them protected, and it hurts me, it hurts me, and not a single cook in the kitchen has a clue, or would care … Read the rest
