Clocking in.

[up all night]

It's 3:15 and we're already
unmaking promises in the
hope we can fix
everything that's wrong between us.

15 minutes ago our words were
fighting rising octaves and
their memory remains though our tongues
are firmly in reverse.

Last night I called you to set
up this afternoon tryst.
Back then I had stammered and
hesitated until we fell into
understanding.
1) Beer at the old pub.
2) Don't bring memories.

Two nights ago you sobbed
down a failing phone battery
and beer soaked saliva
coated your cynicism.
I hung up and slept.

Last week I thought of you.
It's been a while.

 

[New]

I enjoyed the tale shared in this piece.

 

[Doppelganger]

Excellent writing as always.

it's a shame we don't see it more often.

 

[brainslookfunny]

phew i just listening to two ppl spew drama for so long
your writing struck a particular chord with me

I hung up and slept.

fucking amen!!!

 

[(Wordy)]

Sounds familiar: tongues in reverse, don't bring memories, hung up and slept. It has been a while though, thankfully... for me at least.

It's an event when you post something new.

 

[RareForm]

this is particularly significant to my current phase. though you transmit it a bit more eloquently than i can express, myself.

i do enjoy reading your work. you make me want to visit more frequently.

 

[katmeow]

It's an event when you post something new.

An event I wish we saw more of.

I never know quite what it is about your work that I like so much, but your words often clutch at my heart and give me goosebumps. You capture the emotions we all know with such style.

I miss you!​

 

[-Pictu-]

Thank you for sharing this. I loved it. Loads.

 

[gbem419]

Is this an ongoing narrative? Hm. Seems like poems of its sort could compose a book-length series of poems.

 

[lostNfound]

awesome, i loved this piece.
those thoughts that wrote have been mine before.
well written (as always)

 

[Jabberwocky]

I really enjoyed this piece. Even though you state not to bring memories you are talking about a memory as if the poem is fated before it started to be a circle and repeat itself again.

As far as prose, you have a way of writing that wraps and engages the reader making seem as though they are their thoughts their feelings. And for that i thank you.