The Thaw
Seat belt
buckle up
i didn’t know it would be a bumpy ride
Lap the air
overcast
smell of those tall pines
chocolate melatonin
head wrap
children screach
grab the barf bag
rest the eyes
laughing laughing laughing
mongolian buffet
red wine
naps
mid day snacks
relax
red eye back
Screenshot
I’m sure our love was meant for another
Our brief yet brilliant
Fling
filled the air we breathed
in deep
butterfly.
you didn’t even snore. I slept in your bed like this cat on my leg
cozy and warm I didn’t know
I could have another home
bear.
the way you looked at me
reflected a desire to last forever
yet life had other plans
aborted our love
quickly, cut cords
harshly, my memories remain fondly
my love.
Month one
It’s a rush
A love bomb
Four digit security
to your heart your home your 6ft tall manly hood
Month two
miles away the heart grows fonder
ears ring
brag to friends
the love grows stronger
Bonnie Raitt and sisterhood
Month three
is this the demise
dinner with friends goes awry
colds and coughs arise
dates cancelled
no notice
disappointment seeps
Month four
creeps in with out notice
holiday season upon us
family disguise
skating glee
the sick old month leaps
Month five
full holiday season
rush rush rush
front the perfect bf
family family family
dinners for two
morning walks pushed aside
Month six
three Saturdays without
a mom of kids would notice
a miss of a partner
left unheard
communicate relate recenter
3000 miles away
heart the escape
I’ll go
Month seven
what even is that
it is no longer
of needs not met
in time and way how spent
feelings voiced
to rage and gaslit
bait
to end to end to end
a romance that’s fade
Is love supposed to be
Easy and Joyful
Slipping in like a
breeze
Or awkward and uncomfortable
Habits formed
Single life lead
Is love supposed To Be
Quiet sunshine
Moments of Silence
Breath.
Or loud rumbling sideways thunder
Noisy thoughts in my cluttering head
dread
The middle of the night wake up
Telling me to fear
The unknown man
Only one month ago
Huh, One month!
A dream I hope
Not to wake up
Desired safe passion grounded yet
afloat
You do it with grace
He says
Raise three kids
A home, a family
career
what options are there?
I hustle
nights and weekends
til the arm falls off
over worked
exhaustion
smile for the kids
til I can’t anymore
passion for hair
he sees
Rembrandt Picasso Matisse
all in a days work
appointment making
blow drying
taxing
name a few
responsibilities
until
add on the gf effect
to please
attention with morning calls dinner
ill make your life easier
he says
bs I call
living for the long way home
kitchen dancing
theater retreat
god damn, lucky dog lucky dog lucky dog
no, I AM
Mer Prose 