Despite
Your paunch,
Your yellowing teeth,
Your knee-jerk cynicism,
I do love you.
We sat opposite each other,
Me, with a large coffee,
You, with a chocolate croissant.
Me, with a wedding ring,
You, with a freshly shattered heart.
"It's been a long time."
"It has."
"Do you still like horror movies"
"Does the sun still shine?"
"I still don't like them."
"I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks. I'm glad we can see each other."
"You were the first person I called when I got to town."
There were chocolate stains around your lips.
I remember a time when I would have licked you clean.
Then, my lunch break was over.
A quick hug goodbye.
A promise to meet in a few years.
When I have children I want them to know you.
We'll all eat sweets and you'll tell them how their mother was frightened during horror movies.
I started this blog to give myself the opportunity to practice writing. The goal was to write four stories a week. I have really enjoyed the creative outlet. Now, I have invited some friends to also contribute stories and artwork. The author is identified at the end of the piece. All (most) of the writing takes the phrase "once we were lovers" as inspiration. Critical feedback is welcome.
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