Previous Best

Cold Tea and Sympathy

As the television played to an empty room
we fell apart in the kitchen;
cups of untouched,
unsuguared conversation
brewed in my mouth
but I said nothing.

You said nothing but swallowed hard
and that was the last
we spoke about love.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

My divorce hurt like hell. My flat is cold for a reason.

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2 thoughts on “Previous Best

  1. But nobody can kill love. It comes to an end all by itself. It can survive unconditionally by a person’s choosing. Somewhere a person made a choice based on its conditions. It may not have been your choice too and it is gone but not killed. This is just how I see this David. Thank you for sharing your poem.

    • I never noticed my marriage falling apart.

      To me it felt like it died instantly on the day we separated, hence the sentiment of remembering the good bits and then the reality that she was gone. The reality felt like a death, I was actually grieving (and I’m not talking metaphorically either). There is no way back to that marriage, no reprieve on the horizon.

      Thanks for you words, you have made me think, I like people who make me think.

      Dave

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