
Errant Kisses
Does he kiss her?
The thought curls inside her mind, edging into dark corners, eradicating rationality.
Does he kiss her?
An honest enough question, when he no longer kisses the one he lives with.
She waits in semi-darkness for him to return home. Sadness becomes one with her. She wonders: does he kiss her?
Because he no longer kisses me.
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Sascha Darlington
Indeed! Fraught with all kinds of possibility. Love it.
Thanks, Phyllis! 🙂