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

  2. 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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