A Waste of Time
We spent a lifetime not even knowing each other. Spinning our wheels with failed marriages and empty relationships. Coming from different parts of the world we inexplicably ended up in the same city. Moving in the same orbit but not connecting until that one special night when we finally met. I was cynical and you were the perfect gentleman. We had so much in common and talked into the wee hours sharing stories of world travel.
We lived the dream until the health scare came. The focus was no longer on us, but “it”. It consumed you. Even when you were made safe and fully recovered, it lived with us. Haunting me like a mistress. Now instead of love we are at war with each other.
When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it.
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Merril is hosting Monday Prosery at D’Verse Poets and has prompted us with a line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s poem, “A Time”. When it is over said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it. We are to write a piece of flash fiction (Prosery) including the prompt line. Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title