Her Request

Several months ago I received a request
It was from a close friend of mine, one warm, cozy night
We shared a double bed – she lay on her side, facing me
I stared blindly up at the ceiling, lying on my back, arms crossed over my stomach
As it often does with late hours, the conversation turned deep
We talked of things we’d never told anyone else, as though our souls were opened for the first time
As the conversation lulled, she leant up on one elbow and made a request of me
And at that moment, I froze
Every clamouring thought in my head stilled and I blinked up at the ceiling for what seemed like minutes
She lay, waiting, expecting, just as nervous as I was
Then I turned to face her, and gave her my answer.

Several months ago I received a request
And I wish I could return to that late, hot, cozy night and receive it again
Because I gave her the wrong answer
And my answer destroyed everything that we could’ve been
I’ve regretted it every time I’ve met you… and every moment in-between
I’m sorry, can we go back to that hazy night when you made your request?
I want to change us.


One thought on “Her Request

  1. Anne Schilde says:

    You might like this poem I wrote… The Closet. You reminded me of it here.

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