MEMORIES OF US

You have not spoken for hours

Your eyes avoid mine

And dishes were done with a special clamor.

You sit at the far end of the sofa

Legs curled beneath you and arms folded

You are not interested in the television

Only trying to prove you are not interested in me.

You will tire of this soon

You will examine me with furtive glances

That I will pretend not to notice

Soon you will soften your voice and ask,

“Do you want some ice cream?  Neapolitan.”

And return with the container and two spoons

As a pretense to sit closer to me.

 

Our making up has its own design

“You’re a b*****d, you know that?”

“I’ll confess if you admit you can be a b***h.”

“Okay.”

And all is well again as you lean against me

Licking your spoon with that suggestive smile

While telling me the strawberry is all yours.

What will it be like when we are but memories?

Will anyone say that once two people truly loved

And loved more than the ravages of reality?

Will others want to imitate us

And lie in tall grasses in distant fields

Waiting for a falling star and finding fireflies?

Or will we be forgotten except to each other?

Reviews

[Mark Heathcote]

Good poem well written, enjoyed this it mirrors a lot what does happen in any relationship.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

What others think or remember, isn't important
We know and hold dear that which was OURS..

My husband and I never called each other "Out-Of-Our-Names"
As the young people say it now..
The sun never sat on our anger..
We did want to be left alone,for a while
But it never lasted..

I've stopped caring about what children, friends, and others think
or remember about me and the ways I loved, and lost..

True to life words here David... for some ..
And a good read for ME !!

Jazzy