Pinning his hopes on maybe...


“Maybe”

 

He listened

as she talked

of her failed

relationships

and tortured

love affairs

wishing

he could

find a way

to insert

himself

into one of

her

stories

as one of the

guys

she went

to far with

too soon

just to discover

it wasn’t going

to work out,

only when

she tells him

these stories

its not sounding

like

there’s

all that much

regret

in her voice

and that smile

she attaches

to the end

of her tales

doesn’t have a

look of

repentance

to it,

he had often

wondered

if he had

never gotten

to know her,

heard her

secrets

memorized her

face

maybe

he could have

bumped into

her

at a party

or a bar

and if his

timing was

right

maybe

he could have

become

a couple of

pages

in one of her

storylines,

these thoughts

often went

through

his head

as he looked

into her eyes

as she spoke

knowing the

answer

was probably

no

but still enjoying

the wide openness

of maybe,

maybe he

could he have

caught her

attention

with some

unwritten witty

comment

then bonding

with her

over drinks

and the common

denominator

of them both

not being

understood

in life

by others

then when the

evening takes

it’s last breath

and she looks

up into his

eyes

he doesn’t say

a word

he just puts

his finger

into the

belt loop

of her jeans

and pulls her

into a taxi

on top of

him

as the first

few paragraphs

of her next

story

start to get

written

for some other

guy

to have to

hear

while wishing

it was him,

but most of

those low

probability

chances

of fate

have passed

him by

many stories

ago

when he

made his way

partly

into her life

but still not

quite enough

to block out

all the thoughts

of maybe

from being

entertained

in her mind,

so now

he just

listens

as she builds

her story

around him

enjoying the

passion

in her words

while swimming

in the green

pools of

innocents

in her eyes

picking up on

all the small

movements

of her body

that add the

details

that help

to fill in

any blanks

she purposely

leaves out

in her stories,

all the

time

wishing

 it was

him

she was

describing,

while holding on

tightly,

to his thoughts

of maybe…

 

Tom Allen…01-06-2018…

 


Submitted: January 19, 2018

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hullabaloo22

The torture of listening about others being in that desired position. He so wants to be seen as more than a listening ear. Great work in this one, Tom.

Fri, January 19th, 2018 9:11pm

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Thanks Hull you right, he so very much wishes he has more than a good listener...Tom...

Fri, January 19th, 2018 3:52pm

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