We meet, we’re 19,
We talk, we talk and talk,
We talk till dawn,
We sleep till noon, make love till 4,
We eat, we talk, make love and talk,
We drink, we dance, we talk, make love till dawn,
We talk, we smile, we laugh, we talk.
We talk of rings, we’re 23,
We talk of kids, of yards, of houses, jobs, TVs,
We talk of books, we talk of songs,
We talk of sunsets, storms and dawns.
We talk of births, one, two, then three,
We talk of preschool, picnics, Disney, Nick, bad dreams.
We talk of trips, we’re 53,
We talk of college, weddings, grandkids, new dreams.
We talk of savings, checkups, of false teeth,
We talk of gray hair, cancer, heart disease,
We talk of taxes, war, bad news,
We talk, we talk, we talk and talk.
We don’t talk much, we’re 63,
We talk appointments, news, and family.
We talk of lawyers, separation, old hurt feelings never healed.
One weekend day we wake, eat breakfast, watch TV,
Exhaust all talk by 9am,
Look in horror at each other,
Get in our separate cars and drive away.
For Trifecta again, 33-333 words include the third definition of “exhaust”, as in “exhaust all the possibilities of something”. I’m not really crazy about this poem, but I need to do it sometimes, some poetry, to “cleanse the palate” so I can go back to fiction or ranting. The last 4 lines don’t flow with the rest of the poem, but I suppose I could tell you I meant to do that, because their life together stopped flowing. Yeah, that’s the ticket.