It was late night
She was lying in bed
With her future other half
Thinking about their last fight
It had been her doing
She had been aggravated last night
While reconsidering how unjust life
Seems to be
She had hung up the phone yesterday evening
Without speaking
Tonight she had calmed a little
Meaning
She had perspective now
To call the other there was no reason
And why was she so against
Her current situation
Even if it seemed
That their desire for now
Was uneven
A lot could happen in a few evenings
All it would take was effort
And the will to believe in
Happy endings
Take effort not pretending
And just as that thought was ending
Her future turned around and smiled
“I couldn’t have been more blessed
I know that you’ve been stressed
And I know I was neglectful
Not showing you me at my … Continue reading
Category: 100 Day Story
100 Day Story: Day 4
She had finally given in
And dialed his number yesterday
Midday
Hoping the digits were the same
Hoping that he would remember her name
But there was no answer
She knew he was at work
But she figured he must be on break
One call she had told herself
That’s all it would take
She used it up
No answer
Thinking that maybe she had avoided
A mistake
But even a day later
When the sun was going down
And she found herself home alone
High-jinx could ensue
As she pressed the green button
And heard the tone
Calling once was a slippery slope
That made it easier to call again
Besides she had changed her number
And left no message
That’s not what you do
When you call a friend
If it was she might as well
Avoid him then
So the sudden surge of guilt
Was easily stepped … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 3
He
The other
Was sitting down
On the first day of the work week
Eating lunch
Contemplating a past
That he thought was his future
Even with his mistakes
He was sure it would last
She was for him the mate
He had grown since they last spoke
But was it for him too late
The lunch didn’t have any taste
The way she had handled it
The ending
He felt didn’t have a place
In how they were meant to communicate
But months after
All he had was a mirror
His face
Staring with a blank expression
There couldn’t have been an emptier space
He thought of apologising
But he had heard she moved on
And words should never be a waste
Although the ending had hurt his pride
The rift wasn’t one sided
He knew his role
In this play
His lines
His fault
Now she had found … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 2
It was a day later
Sunday
Her mother had made an appointment
For lunch
She looked at her Watch
It was still early
Five past ten
They’d been walking around for a while
But then again
The market wasn’t such a bad place
The sites, the tastes
Not to mention it was public
Just in case
She’d left her significant other sleeping
Or so it seemed
He was dreaming
At peace deeply breathing
But glances her mother threw
Gave her this feeling
And there would come a point
When her mother would
Share the meaning
Meaning as hungry as she was
Lunch could wait
She wasn’t curious about
The feeling
“Did you miss breakfast again?”
“Yes mother.”
“You know you should take better
Care of yourself. That means eating…”
There it was gain…the feeling
“Let’s grab a bite, we’ve been
Walking a while so somewhere
Private
Where there’s seating.”
This … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 1
She woke up yawning
Turning to the phone ringing
Singing that song
In her head she finds herself humming along
Caller ID says mom
It was who she expected
Wanted was another name
Her thoughts before the ring
Was that things would never be
The same
But it wouldn’t hurt
To see his name
“Morning mom, it’s kind of early.
Couldn’t you have waited till later?”
Apparently not
“Your well being was greater.”
So they banter
Daughter speaking about her week
Mother berates her
Daughter gets frustrated
“Okay mom, I’ll talk to you
later…”
She lays in bed thinking
About the conversation
And maybe her mother was right
There was no reason for her to
Have reservations
For the date
Had already been made
The morning was still young
And the sound beside her
Made her turn to face the other figure
In the picture
He was to some a … Continue reading