Aubade for a Lover’s Withdrawal from Polite Society

My life is falsified. Someone asks
if I am single and I hesitate. Somehow
I have the feeling he’s much better
at acting. I swap out fellowship for quiet
rooms as much as I possibly can. Dinner
invitations cause emotional meltdowns.
I’m never allowed to slip, not now
that he’s technically not mine.
Best to work on a plane that only
handwaves with the established
flow of daily life. Each sunrise brings
a gift of non-discovery, and I fear
I cannot waste it. Who knows
how many sunrises I have left?

Josette Torres received her MFA in Creative Writing from Virginia Tech. She also holds a BA in English and Creative Writing from Purdue University. Her work has previously appeared in Star 82 Review, The New Verse News, Palaver, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Blacksburg, Virginia.

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1 Response to Aubade for a Lover’s Withdrawal from Polite Society

  1. L.K. Latham says:

    Very sad but not sad, too.

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