She’ll know.
February 8, 2008
She’ll understand faster than you’ll articulate exactly what it was you wanted her to hear despite the emotional interference.
Like feedback static from your conveniently handheld, lifetime-waranteed, sound-quality guaranteed, two-way piece of shit, this-life-is-more-than-this radio, the scritch scratch of arguments left unresolved and better judgements unsaid will pour out the speaker box like a cacophony of cut off fragments of meaning and dead air time, words left hanging.
Laying about the bedroom floor like yesterday’s soiled pink laced panties, her scattered willpower will remind you just the effect you have on her, just the effect you have on her heart.
And she’ll know by the knocking at her heart it’s all over. She’ll know by the knocking, it’s easy to say: “Sorry, there’s no one home.”
xoxo
M.L. H’art
