Sunday, January 5, 2014

My role in the end of the world


It happened because we had a deal
and I broke it.

We were to spend time
talking music, movies and books;

laughing about each other's weekly
personal disasters,

fighting over who had the most down-to-earth
ideas of people and the world,

then walk somewhere for twelve blocks
on our best attempt to stretch the night

because neither of us
really wanted to go home alone.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love.


Magpie Tales

12 comments:

  1. How often love comes as a result of fearing loneliness.

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  2. loved this......stretching the night...great piece of writing..

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  3. Thank you all for such lovely feedback.

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  4. You're never supposed to fall in love. Ha. Ha. Ha. Love your poem. :-)

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  5. i like the attempt to stretch the night and the title...

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  6. Sharply skillful; very well written.

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  7. But maybe the best way...

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  8. Oh but she is so much the better for it!

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  9. Perfect ending ... lovely write!!!

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  10. A sweet read indeed! Love.....just bites you on the arse when you least expect it!

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