It began so simply.
We met
and talked at work.
You unburdened yourself
in conversations
in between hours
caring for others.
I was younger then,
less aware how
the world worked,
how feelings can
carry away, how long
a simple day.
We started meeting
outside of work:
you making excuses
to your husband then,
meeting in a park
or some night-time cafe,
far far away.
Then came
the weekends
away in London
or at that seaside town
sitting on the beach,
watching the sea
with simple chat,
watching gulls in flight,
walking the streets
until night.
It began so simply:
evolved into
something larger
and in the end,
beyond our scope,
like some leaking vessel,
let in water of reason
or doubt,
and seeing it sinking,
wanted it over,
wanted out.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
It began so simply.
We met
and talked at work.
You unburdened yourself
in conversations
in between hours
caring for others.
I was younger then,
less aware how
the world worked,
how feelings can
carry away, how long
a simple day.
We started meeting
outside of work:
you making excuses
to your husband then,
meeting in a park
or some night-time cafe,
far far away.
Then came
the weekends
away in London
or at that seaside town
sitting on the beach,
watching the sea
with simple chat,
watching gulls in flight,
walking the streets
until night.
It began so simply:
evolved into
something larger
and in the end,
beyond our scope,
like some leaking vessel,
let in water of reason
or doubt,
and seeing it sinking,
wanted it over,
wanted out.
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