His recall, a Saturday he let go… a Sunday he found himself, alone.
He thought, ‘I’ll trust you till I don’t’
She thought, ‘I don’t trust you already’
Her slight, his consequence… misaddressed words.
Went missing, went back. Wrong track.
… of present
of those past
… present changed
Of the best… my wish, God bless
Don’t unless you mean too
we danced last night
I alone with you
‘I see, it has to be your way or not at all, no hint of a compromise, no flexibility, no give and take, no sign of you being prepared to concede to give us a chance, but I will, so I’ll wait to hear from you, I’ll not ask again.’ #1lineWed – theme ‘ Give/Take’
She knew the drill, keep him hanging on, playing with his heart, promising they’ll meet up soon, keep on saying ‘I’m nervous, I’m not ready’ when he keeps asking ‘why not yet?’ – damn him, she’s confused, the things he does to her with words… #vss365 – prompt ‘Drill’
Little spent as you and me, rail tickets cheap day returns, London pubs, chain restaurants, daylight hours no overnights, walking yet seen no sights, bank accounts our #pounds not stretched, time, as us, overdrawn unchecked. #vss365 – prompt ‘Pound’ (see ‘unstretched‘)
Time warp… her middle, his end.