Disconnection — discharged from technology and reflect
She tied the letters into a thick bundle; within these letters lay her lover’s heart.
I thought you had it in our relationship but it was nothing more than my wishful illusion that we perpetrated.
Thanks, Crooked Little Flower for this prompt. 2 very different responses came out of this almost simultaneously. 😁
We move,
syncopated time —
my duple time crotchets
to your triple time quavers
in a perfectly complex rhythm…
I thought your friends’ and my schedule were never right, until I realised you were denying us with all your might — and something little in me just died.
You treat my heart like an egg: leave the shell broken and in shambles; and the insides raw and scrambled…