Afraid to use your name
In case there’s a fire
Between us
Afraid to look your way
I shouldn’t in case
Nothing comes between us
But we have an understanding
With two unsuspecting others
And when we stop pretending
We start becoming lovers
We create this temporary love
For a time
It’s the time of our lives
We forget everything
Past the walls of this room
But the light of the moon
Shines on our unresist
We feel it
Strayed for the sake
Of keeping it together
What we share
Afraid to change or leave
Afraid to face what lies in wait
When we return to the real
But we can’t turn back
Can’t turn away
So we turn to each other
And with sympathy
We forgive our delicious mistakes
We create this momentary embrace
For a time
It’s the touch and the taste
We relive memories
Pass the time with shivering
But the light of the morning
Brings cold reality
We feel it
Our hands touch for the last time
Over and over
Day after day
Time after moment
Time and a word
Goodbye
Edward Hotspur
Powerful, relatable, sad and wonderfully written…
Dang- this might be one of my favorites!
It’s swoony.
It’s dirty and wrong – the story of two people who don’t want to leave their spouses, but aren’t satisfied.
Well, I guess when you put it THAT way, perspective changes.
Still, it’s honest and drums up emotion so I like it for those reasons.
I totally believe you! Thanks, Ginger. You are gonna love the post that’s coming up soon. It’s a Scene From A Morning Drive, British Style. How can it be British style? Video.
Gah! I can’t watch videos on my stupid phone! No fair!
OH no. I’ll be doing other things too, I’m sure.
sigh… sniffle… you reopen your wounded heart time and again… like a kid picking at a scab… to share your tortured soul with us… we are not worthy…
Yeah, you are.
I know I am, but what are you?
oh, snap.
Ginger.
Oh, snaap.
Ha!
Is your name Ginger, too?
Huh?
Go read my latest post.
Gawd, you’re bossy.
Gawd, you’re obedient.
That’s because you’re the daddy. I don’t want my curfew to be changed.
Yikes. I don’t know what to do with that comment.
Gasp! Did I win?
My nerve didn’t show up, so I forfeit.
Aww, you must not be feeling well. It’s ok, tomorrow is another day-take some vitamin c and get plenty of rest.
That’s not it. When a vivacious young woman calls me “daddy”, I often have to go have a lie down.
Sounds exactly like two people I know.
Wonderfully written.
Thanks, J&T – but which two people? Are you one of the two people?
HA! I’m a free agent these days. Looking for a re$pon$ible man who i$ $en$itive and $illy.
$ubtle.
I hope this is just a story…. I feel all married couples live this story at one time or another and it is heartbreaking but long marriages are bound to have to work through these feelings…right???
Long marriages HAVE to work through this, one way or another. Either they fix what’s wrong, or they splice two relationships into one. I guess. I mean, not that I’ve had THIS problem, but every relationship has SOME problems.
We should co write a poem. Send me some lines and I will add too it and post it. You can email it to me if you want….or fb msg…whichever you prefer….if your up for the challenge
THAT’S A GREAT IDEA! I’m jealous that you thought of it first. I would love to do that! Do you want to codecide what direction to take, or just follow my lead, or your interpretation of my lead?
I will follow your lead with my interpretation of your lead in a leading way!
Will you send it via email or FB?
Could be either one. Whichever’s openest.
Both are….lol. Are you scared of me?
LOL no, why? I meant whichever one I have open first after I write something is what I’ll use to send it.
oh haha…..cool….I knew that was what ya meant
Hey, it turned out I used Facebook, so go look over there for the first lines.
*sniffle*
Aww, don’t cry. There’s hope just over the horizon. And we need the tissues.
This poem is not autobiographical, too.
This is stunning.
You know how poetry tends to illicit a soundtrack in my mind- “Our Last Goodbye” by Jeff Buckley
Maybe “Neither one of us wants to be the first to say goodbye” (surely the song title is shorter than That)
Beautifully written.
Thank you. When I write some of these, I think of them as songs, and melodies pop into my head
I thought this was going to be about food! And tragic recipe malfunctions.
It’s about a tragic affair. You like?
I did like, but I wanted it to be about tragic recipe malfunctions. See what you can do about that, OK?
It IS a recipe for disaster. Is that not enough?