Weekly Poem: "Careless"

Careless

We were so careful with each other,

not willing to risk heart, home,

flesh, bone.

We touched briefly between the aisles

of the public library.  Book end to book end,

what stories we could tell?

I only sketched the barest outline. 

You kept well within the lines,

characters not fleshed out, plots threadbare.

Today, I carelessly call off our meeting.

Tired with a headache, excuses made

for five years into a marriage, not five years

into this, whatever this is.

Every polite, we arrange to meet on Tuesday,

when our schedules will allow.

Allow me.

No, you go first.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

February 28, 2015

prompt:  careless poem