Work has become such an integral part of life today that spouses tend to ignore each other. One starts ignoring the other and then the other retaliates by returning that lack. The cycle does not end, and gets particularly acute when work happens on successive weekends. In the end a little voice hits one spouses’ conscience- the voice of emotion, something hard to terminate.
Excuse me, but there is only this much of me that you can ignore.
I have wings, I fly, return, always through the night windows when the draft
Shifts those curtains, that’s me in the moon shadows.
Talk to me for god’s sake, eliminate bad taste, it’s easy if you try
If only you two can spend a little time, an hour or two, taking me in your arms
Like a new-born babe, if only you two could fall in love again, then?
You are cold like night chill. Your eyes look sideways, you don’t drink each other in,
Something is cracking and falling apart, a vase of flowers, promises on the floor.
Do you really think you can go on living, living, dying like fossils. How long?
You’ll always dig me up in the end even if you don’t want to, like a picture or a letter
Wedged angular in a drawer so memories wouldn’t keep. You buried me in prayer before I died,
Reflections come rising up with the waves, so don’t even try to dissect the murmer in the heart that
Beats. I’ll be back.
© neelthemuse, 2012