Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I stared at myself tonight:
Judging every minute.
Her reasons for what she wrote,
How she feels, why she's frustrated.
The length of that email,
Her persistent requests for unveiled truth.

The audacity, I mutter.
The obvious hopelessness of it all.

He doesn't know what to do:
Calling up his friends.
How to respond, why this is happening.
What she expects of him
This late in the game.

Nothing has changed, he complained
But I'd hate to lose her.

He hangs up the phone,
Towel on the rack
And dreads the conversation
He's mastered many times.

All the while thanking me for the advice.

1 comment:

Amelia said...

Thanks for the memories.... I have lots of Diane memories, I remember coming to visit you guys in Colorado and having the time o' my life. You parents always made it a fun experience to be around! I remember laughing and singing and being happy!