Today he was sitting
Lunch but not eating
She had called him yesterday
Late evening
Explained her needing
Sounded like tears
But it was only heavy breathing
She wasn’t able to explain
As time
She didn’t have a lot of
So today she would call again
No judgement
She just needs a friend
And he prepared himself
As the phone started to ring
“Hello.”
“Hey.”
“I thought
You weren’t supposed to be calling again.”
“Then who would I tell
That I’m divorcing then?”
Silence was putting it mildly
Stunned
This is where the child inside
Would laugh widely
Say that’s what you get
For trying to spite me
But this isn’t a child’s conversation
And his hand trembled slightly
As she continued to speak
“We don’t interact anymore.
I remember when it was
on the bed, on the chair, on the floor.
Am I not attractive anymore?”
Then he realised… Continue reading