Suspense

Our last phone conversation has left me hollow.  I said we weren’t synching – connecting.  You said it was me.  Should I pretend everything was OK – that there weren’t awkward pauses – that everything flowed?  We’re choosing our words too carefully and avoiding the taboo.

 I want to meet you nose to nose – it’s hard to misconstrue when hearts beat one rhythm.  I don’t know that I can continue in this limbo.  I’m feeling terribly splayed and exposed.  You are moving as always, making no adjustments nor apologies.  And I am here – suspended.

  

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