Alone Together

Once
her arms wrapped around his
snuggling as they strolled
through upscale neighborhoods
at Christmas-time
pretending they lived behind
the wreath-bedecked doors
a fantasy of warm fireplaces and
carefully hung stockings
perfect for the two of them
at that moment of unblemished potential
when they both smiled constantly
and enjoyed each other’s company.

Now
they barely touch each other
in public or in the dark
behind a door still decorated in July
its wreath brown and brittle
each day one more it shouldn’t see
her smiles full of pity and
a grim recognition that their future
will never be as good as their past
too much has happened
neither can forgive
and the only walks they take
are to get some space.

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About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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2 Responses to Alone Together

  1. jessecrall says:

    This reads like a movie I’d spend half the day analyzing…Nice capture of that vast, strange middle between young love and divorce.

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