Musings by The Poet Loriet
A Cold Breeze
Our relationship is drafty.
You left the door open again.
Subtle changes in the air
of your mannerisms...
You don't call me beautiful,
say you miss me,
call when you say you will.
We talk about the weather,
your visit to the dentist,
and you don't say it but
I know you didn't need me
because she was there.
She was taking care of you
like she always has,
the familiar,
the known quantity.
There's no rush of passion,
and I turn away from you
masking my disappointment,
knowing she's slowly
taking my place again.
It was always her.
It hurt when I rushed to
be with you and you told me,
"She's here" in an
authoritative way that
told me I wasn't welcome,
that I never would be.
Go back to her now
and shut the door on us.
I'm going back to bed now.
I'm so cold.
Lori Beal
You left the door open again.
Subtle changes in the air
of your mannerisms...
You don't call me beautiful,
say you miss me,
call when you say you will.
We talk about the weather,
your visit to the dentist,
and you don't say it but
I know you didn't need me
because she was there.
She was taking care of you
like she always has,
the familiar,
the known quantity.
There's no rush of passion,
and I turn away from you
masking my disappointment,
knowing she's slowly
taking my place again.
It was always her.
It hurt when I rushed to
be with you and you told me,
"She's here" in an
authoritative way that
told me I wasn't welcome,
that I never would be.
Go back to her now
and shut the door on us.
I'm going back to bed now.
I'm so cold.
Lori Beal
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A Cold Breeze
A Cold Breeze
