Unrequited

The beep startles

used to silence without interruption

Smiles.

“Shity day. Let’s Netflix and chill”

“Sure, dear. We will.”

The familiar pattern.

Wine and laughter.

Throaty moans and cotton sheets.

The phone on the counter bleeps.

“Darn, I’m late. Close it.”

Keys tossed carelessly on the duvet.

“No, nooo. Don’t go yet.”

Heated, ravenous kisses

a soul with a soul

who never misses.

“Hey, shitty day. Come?”

Weaks in radio silence.

“Only if you promise violence…”

Familiar pattern – wine and laughter

Intimacy without caution.

“I’m late. Close.”

Retreat without the needed sound

“I should.” You freeze

but never turn around.

 

 

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