Issue # 12 June 2012
Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
Call Off Romance

We
Fight
Too proud
To admit
Errors, to work on
Dissolving a bad impression
Eager to take shelter behind vapid conventions
Misconceptions or petty lies
Or watered down truths
Bitterly
Raging
Hot
Blind

Too
Late
Little
Remains but
A recourse to flight
Forsaking insults and complaints
For the more urgent packing of angry suitcases
And bickering over CDs
We last our last doors
Abandon
Without
A
Cause

Yet
Once
Outside
We stand there
Blinking back our tears
Waving, wavering in the gloom
We glare at each other, daring the other away
Our hands sweaty and our throats dry
Too proud to admit
Change of heart
Failure
We
Kiss