The worst gift of love is a spreadsheet
Ah yes the bargain of love gainsayed, If I do this you’ll do that, and your love for me will flourish, because I’ve made it so.
My Name is…
Forgotten at Work
Forgotten at work
Wouldn’t it be better?
(In reply to Phillip Larkin’s, “This be the verse.”) https://andrewwhalanpoet.substack.com/p/wouldnt-it-be-better
Is it selfish to wish the same fate on another? Selfish to hope that others suffer worse than me?
The Glass Slipper
Is it you or your emissary waking me at one or three thirty conversationally questioning me about yet another unspoken intimacy?
The First Cut Will Always Be Mine
The glass shatters, I scatter and send my children to safety, Grab broom and dust pan, sweep up the hail strewn floor.
He didn’t ask us back
“We’re going to marriage counselling,”my wife said. Which were the first words she had spoken to me in about five months. Which never got mentioned during the counselling.
The Listening Problem (What am I doing Wrong?)
Is it possible to listen too well? I’ve had the experience, more than once, where I’ve listened, someone has shared far too much, stopped themselves and then didn’t know what to do next. And I’ve left it. And them.
A Gentle Remonstration
Afterwards you will see eventually, How you always took the initiative, Always applied the soothing palliative, Always first with the preemptive apology.
You Lied to Me Love
You lied to me more than once love. You spilled me (when I wasn’t looking) from above, You told me that all and everything, Would centre upon me while unthinking Others would circle round me spinning Me all that I ever wanted without wishing. You lied to me more than once love. You killed me…