It’s summer– time to dabble more in poetry and try new things. In this spirit, I thought I would give Big Tent Poetry prompts a try. The prompt for this week was to write a “conversation poem”, and then post the link to this week’s Come One, Come All section. This is my response.
Is this the end of the line,
he asks her, and she hesitates.
Every day he is slipping away from her,
receding to some faraway place,
where she cannot follow.
He remembers events
from 50 years ago, clearly,
as if they were only yesterday,
but not what day it is,
or even what he had for breakfast.
If she says yes, is she denying him hope?
If she says no, is she lying to him?
I don’t know, what do you think, she asks,
but already, something else has caught his attention,
and the words hang unanswered between them.