I still cringe
When I think of that hurried afternoon meeting
Your farewell face
Saying it all
And yet I let it be
Let you triple T- “think things through”
Even though
I say dismissively to you
When we talk, thereafter,
“I know the answer already”
Some sadist in me wants to hear you say it
can’t we just be? you ask, forlorn…
And I answer with an emphatic “NO!”
You say you want to talk to mom and………
And I laugh to myself
“talk to mom!!!”
How incredulous! when did you ever have to talk to mom before deciding on a woman!!!
That was a low blow
Even for you
You call blabbering about having panic attacks
And say “I can’t do this anymore”
Do what? I ask- distracted – not really thinking
“you know what” you say
“ No I don’t, be specific”
“I can’t have a relationship with you”
And I think to myself
Funny how that’s only thing you can’t have with me
Sashikala Premawardhane
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