Talking to you, sometimes
is like getting up for the sixth time
to check the fridge for food
and when the disappointment
finally registers after giving you
the same amount of chances,
I realize that
I have to go to the grocery store.
Meaning, I have to hit you up again.
I don't really mind the trip,
after all, I'm not doing it for you.
I do it so I can validate
that I'm the one
making the effort here.
I just figured maybe if at some point
while I'm out here living my life
walking on boardwalks
and having ice cream
(despite being lactose intolerant)
that maybe someday I'll get an address
to send all these postcards to
wishing you were here.
---
inspired by someone bad at consistent communication.
About the Creator
DEUXQANE
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
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