Anything but a warm embrace- her words, her tone, I allow to gurgle through me like so many garbled voices crossing distant waters. Amidst the din, even her mask of blatant disapproval is rendered ineffective.
Weddings and funerals. It is what we had been reduced to. Even they grate on my already chaffed soul, as I anticipate the moments we will be forced to breathe the same air, smiling insufferably for the sake of appearances.
Blurred voices surround the wall of stone on which our ceaseless duel plays out. The silent precipice of no return. But no one seems to notice our stilted stances, or the fact we have worn our war faces to the party.
Then it hits me. This distaste we have for each other, may very well be the only thing we will ever share.. I savor the epiphany. Clutch it to my breast.
Much like I know there must have been a time, when she clutched me, her firstborn, to hers…
All but lost without
you. As are you without me.
But we know. Don’t we?
A Haibun/Haiku written under the influence of Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, Misky’s twiglet, ‘voices crossing water’ and Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt: ‘blurred thoughts‘. All interwoven to surround Helene’s What Do You See Photo Prompt