modern life

It worked out just fine

In the end

I found the shoes, packed the bags

Walked them over two roundabouts 

And back again, because - of course -

He's the only one dressed for bed - cue sarcasm that I don't want to lean into

Aren't we just the most modern of family?

I think, falling into bed

not giving into the temptation of

Words on a screen,

A secret smile, more to come

A promise? a threat

I turn the light dark

At first, I thought 

power of this attraction, held

In my hands could be both safe and dark

Then it reached its suffocating limit 

and was an empty bed with no imprint left

Truth can only stand in for desire

So long

It renders itself obslete 

When what you really want is 

For someone to pull your hair.

Isn't this just the modern search for love? I say to a girlfriend.

Yep. Only M has been consistent. I sigh

curb my envy over the consistency. So within, so without.

The rest...we shrug simultaneously, over miles.