Doomed Affection

You press your hand against mine and my grip
is limp, lacking the conviction you desire.
I cannot, I can’t, be that thing that you need.

Your eyes are on me, and I can feel their weight
like kidney stones pushing hard against a nerve.
Because I cannot, I can’t, look at you like that.

I turn my gaze away, let the music play, and speak
the words I never will. My conscience is too ill,
to say the lines, so I miss my cue.

It’s like a dress rehearsal for a cancelled play,
this doomed affection.

By Rachel Norris

(Prompts: conscience, ill / disillusion, lover)

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One thought on “Doomed Affection

  1. blackheart111 November 22, 2015 / 3:30 pm

    Love the idea of a dress rehearsal for a cancelled play… Great thinking.

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