Not very enlightened
nor expressively creative,
but most certainly qualified
as a short-short story.
About life in general
and an evaporated passion
in particular degree
well beyond rescue.
They met, they tarried.
Sharing the veneer of
common interests
but not, alas values
and cultural background.
He as disinterested in hers
as she in his. Still, they married
and celebrated a scant few
years of mutual neglect
and growing revulsion.
Though neither would
offer the other release from
tension and aggravated
bitterness in expectations
drowned in grievance.
Theirs was a story
abbreviated by his final
solution. Her ultimate demand
answered by his final decision.
He did not attend her funeral.
Inflicting upon him
recrimination and blame
that only a faithless woman
is capable of wounding a man by;
her final act to seal his future.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The Short Story
Labels:
Poetry
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