Love is hidden notes and bruises

by You Have My Word


Friday:

She mourns a love that was meant to last longer than pregnancy.


Saturday:

He has never known love. He is 70 now, and still prays he will find someone.


Sunday:

She doesn’t touch her. The space fogs all clarity of thought, love.


Monday:

Everything went dark over the phone. She is still a blackout-knockout because he didn’t like her son.


Tuesday:

Occasionally she allows herself the liberty of hoping he’ll be better tomorrow. But not today.


Wednesday:

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.


Thursday

Jokes don’t make the bruises go away, but they do make people ask fewer questions.


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