Musings on Rejection

You should have gotten used to this by now.
You share the same name, you share the same fate.
So why should this come as a surprise to
you? You should have expected something like
this to happen again.  Pipe dreams only
bring aching desolation, and tears are
a sign of callowness and frailty.  So
let the wind pass and dry your cheeks because
feigning joy and repressing your sorrow
is the only acceptable response
expected of you.  Walk on by, you who
share the same name and the same fate, and quell
all your expectations and hopes because
you should have gotten used to this by now.

-Nocturnal Scribe

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Musings on Resentment

You sit across

me, excitement reflecting

in your eyes—

a sign that

you’re about to

tell us something.

“So there was

that one time,”

you say, but

I cut you

off by asking,

“What date is

it today again?”

I ask the

person to my

left.  She responds

and asks me

something in return.

From the corner

of my eyes,

I see your

jaw clench, but

you remain silent

and sink back

into your seat.

Strike one.

I continue to

speak of different

things and notice

you slowly begin

to relax.  Something

I say catches

your attention and

you ask me,

“What?  You really

drink that? Seriously?”

But I pretend

your words don’t

reach my ears.

My tale resumes

and I notice

you glaring at

the table, frowning.

Strike two.

I shrug, pretending

not to see

you.  So I

talk again to

the person on

my left and

she laughs at

all my jokes.

The clocks ticks

and time skips,

and I see

you rise and

say, “It’s time.

We should better

go and start

now.”  You leave,

but we don’t

follow you out

immediately.  We linger

in the room

for a little

while, enjoying our

conversation.  And when

we’ve exhausted ourselves

of speaking, we

decide to go

after you.  Just

as we leave,

we see you

coming our way

with a frown

on your face.

“If you’re not

up to doing

it, I’m leaving.”

You announce peevishly

And brush past

us.  We watch

you stride off

with bewildered looks.

Strike three.

You’re out.

-Nocturnal Scribe 

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None of the posts in this blog may be reproduced or copied—either completely or partially—in any forms or by any means without permission in writing to the Author.

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