he said, she said

 

At first you said it

I wondered

If, since you said it, you actually felt it

Or meant it

 

Then I said it

Sometimes I felt it

A rush, of amour

Feelings, without an escape

But through my mouth, my words, my kisses

My embraces

They would find freedom

You would find them

 

We said it with our arms and our noses

And our legs and feet

And especially our eyes

 

So, then I said it

Again, meaning it with my mind and my heart and my body

 

So slowly something can happen,

A happy Halloween pumpkin, rotting on the porch. What was once a happy face, is now sad, forlorn and uselss but to the dirt

 though when one looks back, it was more like lightening

quick, and not pain less, but full of pain

how could that one not have noticed such a bright light against the night sky

or hear the thunder roaring after?

Maybe the thunder came later.

 

when you slowly stopped saying it

gradually

 

then the worst you said

I thought I would first

But you beat me to it

Or maybe I wasn’t racing at all

 

I didn’t even have time to smell the roses

...did you?

We could have both been running, jogging sometimes, and sprinting the others

And remembering those leisurely walks

Possibly I did smell a rose or two, if you got to pick one and hand it to me, half smiling.

 

He said, she said

He felt then she felt, over and over and over again

At different times

With different measures

*sigh

Reviews

[dread or dismay.]

Generally; a good write. : )
It flowed wonderfully,
Keep writing!