Here I am. Retreating beyond your reach.
Chase me. I want you to.
Catch me. If you dare.
Your intentions known. Your thoughts, not.
Silence. Cheap whiskey breath.
This moment before our day begins is when I love you best.
Hello from my first blog post in many months. To my followers and those whose blogs I follow, I apologize for my sudden absence. What started out as a technical problem turned into an unplanned sabbatical from social media. I needed to focus my energy on other events in my life and I’m not generally the kind of person who can just cut back on something. It’s all or nothing. So I had to choose nothing for a while in terms of blogging. But I’ve missed it and am very glad to be back. I looking forward to reconnecting with you all.
I see you on the far side of love. You wave and beckon me over but forged out of necessity more than affection, need more than want, the bond between us lies empty and my connection to you, while physically strong, is weak in sentiment and feeling.
She wondered what he thought, walking down the hall past the sleeping bodies, the filthy kitchen, the cracked tiles, the dripping faucet. She’d told him what it was like, but it’s different when you witness it firsthand. To see how she really lived. She supposed it didn’t really matter anymore, but still, this wasn’t the image she wanted him to remember her by.
(Okay, I did cheat this week and go over fifty words, but whose counting? 🙂 )
He leaves quickly, forgetting his dental records all over her torso. Incisors. Bicuspids. Remaining out back, she rolls topless in the grass. Digs a hole. Envies hermaphrodites. Masturbates in the sun.
Done, she gets up and flicks grass out of his teeth.
In the coming darkness of our love, all you give is your shadow. So familiar am I with your outline, I could mold you in my sleep. But I long for more than our silhouettes dancing against the setting sun. Reveal yourself to the light. I am not afraid.
To secure your love you required my assets but the interest on your heart came at too high a price. I am love poor. You are an encumbrance. I need to break free before you foreclose on my heart.
Ever distant yet ever present, please stop calling me home.
We were so alike you and me. Growing up, inseparable. As time passed, so grew the distance between us. Did you reach out? Surely, I wasn’t too far so as not to hear your cry.
Your absence leaves a hole. Darkness where there was light.