She was not in the mood
for me not being
in the mood
“Moody, you are”
she exclaimed
“Am I just
at your beck and call
whenever, wherever?”
I replied,
which made her a bit
on the moody side, not being
in the same way that I was
moody,
I tried, to start this conversation
over again, but she wouldn’t let go
of my arm,
which makes writing this blog
a bit more difficult than normal
but challenging, nonetheless

sort of like relationships….

 

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This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his new blog My House at the Sea.

 

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