Today I turned 31.
It was 60 degrees and sunny.
This only adds to my anxiety.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Notes on the end of a three year love affair...
Our silence spoke in volumes,
lies of omission and all.
In whispers and double-talk, we
stayed out of step
on our toes.
Questions and passive-aggressive curses
held at the tip of the tongue:
Was I just your time spent slumming it?
Were you just another woman?
If we could have been as easily honest
with each other as we were naked,
ours could have been a love for the ages.
i'm sorry i never wrote you love letters or poems.
lies of omission and all.
In whispers and double-talk, we
stayed out of step
on our toes.
Questions and passive-aggressive curses
held at the tip of the tongue:
Was I just your time spent slumming it?
Were you just another woman?
If we could have been as easily honest
with each other as we were naked,
ours could have been a love for the ages.
i'm sorry i never wrote you love letters or poems.