When will you Believe?

When will you Believe?

The sun streams into my bedroom. We lay entwined, spent, basking in the aftermath of  release.  Outside, a bus churns by on 14th Street. The scent of curry

floats up from the Indian restaurant. My stomach growls.

You say: It’s a trust thing.

I say: When will you believe?

You say: What if I never do?

I say: When there’s a will, there’s a way.

You say: I’ve been hurt before.

I say: Who the hell hasn’t been?

You say: I don’t know if I can do this.

I say: But you are, you already are.

You say: I have my own life to consider.

I say: Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me.

8 thoughts on “When will you Believe?

  1. Shari

    Yes, been on both sides of this one, like the yin-yang of every couplehood. And I enjoy the subtleties of the opening.

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  2. Tutu Ubuntu

    It could be that you are writing the next piece of creative writing for tomorrow’s posting. There is a large readership who are eager to read it.

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