Unasked questions
spread across her face
seeping into and out of
the corners of her eyes
You caught each other
in the act of making
other plans
All that is left
is one long sour
embrace
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Day 24 of April / National & Global Poetry Writing Month. This is the 22nd poem in a Narrative Series that I call She&He in which I explore the relationship between two fictional characters. Their story can be found right here by scrolling back through the month. Thank you to those who have been reading along with them. Cheers, Jilly 🙂
She & He #22
Jilly's 
Deep is the dysfunction that drives relationships. If I’m reading this correctly, they were both exercising human freedom — anathema in some couples’ lives. Codependency at the far end of things. Maybe not there yet. (Again, I’m not at all certain of my interpretation here.)
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Good descriptor; opposite end of codependent behavior. Excellent interpretation, Charley!
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Thank you! I am truly enjoying the saga.
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I read earlier this morning, then over again a couple of times now. I want to say this poem is a lemon, but that is a complement!! Just squeeze her eyes and face like juice, like the sting of lemons.
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Oooh! Nice. Funny how we each see the word Sour; in my mind I smelled sour milk. Yours is more apt. Thanks!
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Sour milk is good, but I felt a squeeze in her face and the embrace.
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