distance

[faeriemaiden]

distance

all that night, they talk
without really talking. the clock does more
talking than their mouths do.

he pretends he isn’t going anywhere. she
pretends she isn’t linen, unravelling.
(threads come loose on the ends of her sleeves.)

how short this night is becoming.

he kisses her
at the door
and goes into the dark London

Comments

[iamweebles]

Ah! This is lovely - sad and bittersweet and yet so very romantic, the talk the night and the London weather. Especially the sense of time running out "how short this night is becoming."

There really is a feeling of distance and having read the author's note I could see the snapshots in my head of the varying aspects of distance and aloneness in this.

(and this prompt seems to have begged for poetry, hasn't it?)