‘Make me happy, like you used to,’ she demands. As if it’s my fault. As if she hasn’t played her part.
‘After all these years, shouldn’t you know what you have to do?’ I know what I have to do alright. I don’t want to do it is all.
‘Go. Just go.’
‘I will,’ I say. Comes out strangled. If I stay any longer, I’ll let her talk me round again. Wouldn’t do either of us any good.
‘Cheers for nothing,’ she shouts after me, the woman turning from present into past who once was the girl holding my future.
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I like your poem. My favorite line is “the woman turning from present into past who once was the girl holding my future.”
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Thank you, Susan. Glad you liked the last line 🙂
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yes, when the magic has gone…nicely done 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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Ahh, now I can read it! 😀 Nice work!
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Thank you 🙂
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😀
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I love the last line, too. Hey, this works as poetry for me.
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Thank you! That’s all that matters 🙂
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A different take – thought provoking!
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Thank you, Francesca! I’ll be all about the different takes, I suspect…
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Great take on magic. I loved your story/poem.
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Thank you, Amanda 🙂
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Very nice.
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Thank you, Misky!
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This line is my favorite too: “the woman turning from present into past who once was the girl holding my future.” it shows the magic is gone.
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