And So What Shall We Say?

And so what shall we say

here at the end of day,

Here at the cold of fiery dusk

Before extending our feet

and hands

toward the hearty

crackling hearth?

The fire that blazes there

used to be

between

us

but has cooled

like the surface of

the moon,

and seems to have

fallen

down a crater

of its own making.

And so what shall we say?

‘Goodbye’ seems too trite.

‘Farewell’ is too polite.

And ‘so long’ has become

‘too long.’

Perhaps we shouldn’t say

anything.

And kiss.

© Alfred W. Smith Jr.  2015

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

4 thoughts on “And So What Shall We Say?”

  1. I know, my friend. I’ve read a few, and you can feel them… Not so much afraid of going there, but it was beginning to alter my own mood, and around this time of year when it gets dark early, I’m one of those people who really hate it. I can function, but I hate it, so I wrote something to kind of pull me out of the spiral, before I wind up writing about chopping up aliens from outer space and using them for firewood… (hmmmm, there’s an idea 🙂 I wrote two more Soyala pieces yesterday. They’re a bit longer than my normal stories for her, but I’ll be posting them here. She’s probably the most complex of all my characters, because neither of us is quite sure what she is, exactly. I’ll probably give her a short anthology of her own (is that an oxymoron: short anthology?) The fun is in the exploring, I guess. Thanks Darren. I’ll be reading.

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