He thought they’d had, for them,
A quite good day.
He took the garbage out
Before she asked, complimented
Her on the new hair style, and
Listened for some time after
Inquiring as to her day
He tried to make eye contact as
She was taking unusable things out
If the refrigerator and moving them
To the garbage can, smiling on
Occasion to show his sympathy with
The vicissitudes of that day’s battle
He commented on how selfless she
Always was, and how people took
Advantage, sometimes; as she finished
Drying her hands after washing them,
He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders
Whereupon she recoiled, turning at
Once to pass that off as a gesture of
Busy procedure on to the next task, while he
Realized with the first dim realization of
A new forever that
What used to be good enough for her
Wasn’t good enough any more
5 thoughts on “Recoiled”
That may well be universal.
In what way?
A woman’s way. She can’t help but disappear into domesticity, but wants no common ground found there, wants to be intrigued back into life (or maybe it’s just me).
There is a lot of dimension in that.
Great post 🙂