February 12, 2013
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What He Took
The first theft was music,
in the form of song.
I was cooking up a storm
in our first house,
singing along with a fave.
He walked in,
ignored my cheek
and walked upstairs
flipping the dial
to “something that didn’t
sound like crap.”
The song died in my throat,
and it was years
before I understood
that I never sang again
where he could hear.The next thing was joy,
in the guise of
“Christ woman,
how can you wake up
so damned chipper?”
Repeat.
Followed by a chorus of
“you know when you laugh
like that, people look at you funny.”
And i strangled the giggle
rather than endure the stare
that said I was a loon.Then came speech—
“haven’t you ever heard
of companionable silence?”
I had…but believed the meaning
was that both parties
were comfortable with it.
Guess I was notional at 30.Then came sex—
a chorus of “not like that”,
or how come we can’t,
and it would have been better if you,
until I came to doubt
the touch of my hands,
the taste of my skin,
and slightest flex of my hips,
and only school girls needed
to mess with kissing.
Whatever was i thinking?And when I could not bear
to give one more thing,
when i said enough
he looked at me with hard eyes,
and demanded to know
why I thought
I had ever given him one thing
he ever needed.But that was all he took.
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Comments (6)
I like how you have the little “i” at the parts where he stares or looks or where you were thinking. Then you end with what he took which has the reader thinking. Sounds like you took it back. Powerful stuff.
Outstanding post!
thank you for this.
This made me reflect on what I lost to women in my life starting with my mother. Fortunately, I was married to a great woman and only gained.
Loved your writing here—it captivated me.
frank
wow. yeah. that’s all I have to say. good job.
I remember writing this over a year ago…and found it today.
I’m ok…and yes, I took back my life.
The really odd part is that he has no idea why I left.