(3rd of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
At first it was the land and the sea
That separated you and me
Before we could be just us.
Then your hours got shorter,
And Skype made it a little better
Before we could be just us.
Hard to believe you are here with me,
But can you turn off the TV?
Before we can be just us.
Get horizontal,
So we can be full frontal
And finally we can be just us.
Image: Pixabay
You may also want to read the mini-series Poetic Just Is:
1st
2nd
4th
5th
Image: Pixabay
Their chemistry was right
At least at first sight,
For months they were tight
Then came the big fight.
Both their hearts took a bite
From each other they took flight,
Then after nearly a fortnight
They agreed to reunite.
But things don’t always crystallize
They soon realize,
When there’s no more to analyze,
Or a desire to compromise.
Image: Pixabay
Photographs of smiling family portraits in the guest bedroom seem to mock his failure to hold his own family together. Bitterness overwhelms him as he impulsively grabs the decorative sword from the wall and creeps inside his hosts’ bedroom. Soon after puncturing both their throats, he wails, “I’m so sorry.”
I miss your being
Only memories remain
Though it’s not the same
Karina Pinella 
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