Monday, August 25, 2008

A quick tale 211

Best forgotten

I cannot live without you, she used to say. I swear I will die, she would threaten over the phone, if you don't come here in the next half and hour. And he would drop whatever he was doing to rush to her side. And today, they stand smiling politely at each other. He asking her about her well being and she noting how beautiful his daughter was. Each inviting the other to come home for dinner in a distant and comfortably vague future. And each hoping desperately that the other didn't remember their heady days of romance oh-so-long ago.

2 comments:

Sangeetha said...

So true! I am always amazed at how well you capture and verbalize reality this weel!

InTeGeR said...

Nice :-)