When they were done, the memory of lovemaking moved quickly into a past just recently occupied by the memories of breakfast, a quick shower, and far too many questions about a future that was already residing with the dirty dishes and the bath towel. I don’t want to quarrel, one says, throwing a glance at the other, carelessly, like a discarded cigarette, mindless of the fire it might start, the damage it could cost. And I don’t want to think about it replies the other. You always do this. Do what? This. This?
Thanks for stopping by, Wes. I don’t know where this came. It was just a distinct conversation I heard in my head and I just transcribed it. Mighta been the pork belly I had for dinner!
“... a future that was already residing...” I have noticed your penchant for opposing dialogue, situations, emotions that I like very much and that give an edginess to your poetry... good writing my friend!!!
My God, someone's been listening to the challenging moments I have with my girlfriend...indifference is a loaded gun. Though I hate it, I spend time away so we can both get over ourselves!!
Yes, that sets the stage pretty well but I’m not certain the conversation that follows was what I had intended at the outset, if I had intended anything at all. It just came
The unholy word in every breakup though: ‘commitment’. You nailed it. For many, undefined, but filled with meaning. Willingness to claim a shared future.
Love that bit about the glance being like a discarded cigarette and the fires. That's good stuff, thanks.
Thanks for stopping by, Wes. I don’t know where this came. It was just a distinct conversation I heard in my head and I just transcribed it. Mighta been the pork belly I had for dinner!
Ha! or "a fragment of an underdone potato."
“Where are my shoes?” Made this so real. They need each other and know it!
I think you're right, Diane
An honest look at the back and forth of going forward.
Spicy! And still sweet underneath.
Thanks, Mike
I wonder what would have happened if the conversation hadn’t ended in OK
Excellent. Kids (at any age) testing bonds and boundaries.
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Obrigado pela visita, Berkana. Espero que você esteja bem.
Thank you
I’m doing my best here ✨
Looking for the half full cup everyday ❣️
I wish you a good week , my love
Hi Berkana
I miss you old man
Thinking about you all my weekend ❤️
Saudade
Te encho de beijinhos
Ms Berkana, Ola Namorada! I believe you will find a full cup. No half measures for you!
“... a future that was already residing...” I have noticed your penchant for opposing dialogue, situations, emotions that I like very much and that give an edginess to your poetry... good writing my friend!!!
Thank you, Michael!
I know this moment
My God, someone's been listening to the challenging moments I have with my girlfriend...indifference is a loaded gun. Though I hate it, I spend time away so we can both get over ourselves!!
Thank you, Mark - Hope all is well with you!
Paul, I'm certainly no expert but this relationship sounds toxic to me.
Won’t last will they. Great scene though. I feel I’ve overheard it.
It sounds to me like it won’t last, that familiarity has already bred a kind of contempt that will only grow worse.
The first sentence sealed it.
Yes, that sets the stage pretty well but I’m not certain the conversation that follows was what I had intended at the outset, if I had intended anything at all. It just came
The unholy word in every breakup though: ‘commitment’. You nailed it. For many, undefined, but filled with meaning. Willingness to claim a shared future.
You’re very intuitive Paul.
Sounds like one of those, “Can’t live with you, can’t live without you!” relationships we all know as a familiar...
Yes, it does sound like that, doesn’t it?
Thanks for the restack, @Stirling S Newberry