Love is hidden notes and bruises
by You Have My Word
She mourns a love that was meant to last longer than pregnancy.
He has never known love. He is 70 now, and still prays he will find someone.
She doesn’t touch her. The space fogs all clarity of thought, love.
Everything went dark over the phone. She is still a blackout-knockout because he didn’t like her son.
Occasionally she allows herself the liberty of hoping he’ll be better tomorrow. But not today.
He has left behind the woman he called “darling” in the caress of dawn. He has left behind a note she hasn’t found yet. “Darling,” it says.
Jokes don’t make the bruises go away, but they do make people ask fewer questions.