Our song 2

It turns out

That I was having a delayed reaction

To what may always be

Our song

Even though

We never danced to it

Or listened to it

More than once

Our song

That one song that was ours

That always reminds me of you

It played among others

And after years of it being our song

Today

It was just a song

Nothing but a fool

Am I being foolish when I hope that this present

that keeps us apart

Will lead to a future in which we are together

once and for all?

dinner

The fork has pierced through the tube-shaped pasta

It sits there, on the plate, surrounded by sauce

And more of the pasta, some sausage too

I look at it and my tummy almost growls

But it doesn't make even a half-hearted effort

To make my hunger known

The fork almost beckons me

Asking to be lifted up from the plate to my mouth

Placed back on the plate after I've pulled the pasta into my mouth

Chewing slowly, swallowing

But my hands are limp in my lap

I want to move them but my mind whispers that

I am just too tired for any of this