(and sometimes the same)

At different moments throughout the day (and sometimes the same) they will reach for their phones, a reflexive text forming in their fingers that stops somewhere before the keys. Desire is put back in the pocket reluctantly as fingers twitch with observations of sky and city that remain unsent.

At different moments (and sometimes the same) they will see a glimpse of the other in a crowd, some flash of shoulder, some glance of hair, and they will trip mid-step before righting themselves and adjusting their eyes and hammering hearts to the smaller mouths and longer legs that in the throng could have been.

At different moments (and sometimes the same) when he is pouring the wine or she is making the bed they will encounter a dull ache to the bones and the muscle, and the world will constrict just a little as they try to breathe out the sadness through the first sip and the smoothed sheet.

At different moments and often the same they will wonder whether the other is travelling just as slowly through the minefield of their past. And each will wonder for just a moment if the other might too prefer an explosion to the quiet terms of this resistance.

Published by Eidyia

I am only three things for sure - an Atheist, a Feminist, and a Writer - one who obsesses over the grand themes of love, memory and connection.

12 thoughts on “(and sometimes the same)

  1. This was simply beautiful! I am so glad you ‘liked’ my post on Optimystical so that I was able to discover your writing. Thank you.


    1. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. I am new to this and feedback means so much (I sort of feel naked in front of the class at the moment, ha).

  2. This is nice writing. Rhythmic and rich with imagery. I bet you read Eliot.

    And indeed there will be time
    To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
    Time to turn back and descend the stair….

    1. Thank you for saying that … I really wanted to capture missing someone in those early day when you are choosing not to contact them. It was inspired a bit by an Alanis song, “That Particular Time”. Those first few months are never easy x

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