Magpie Modays {A Couch Too Big for One}
A Couch Too Big for One
The dame has been in this scenario for quite some time,
quite forlorn,
unbounded freedom,
mostly unaccompanied.
The space seems too vast for her fragility,
it eats her up,
too vexing,
breeds out a deafening monotony.
Casually, someone would sit for tea,
and she smiles,
elevated happiness,
and temporary highs.
In her mind, she grips his wrist,
tightly,
forcefully,
lovingly.
But, she snaps back to reality,
he went
and sat
on another red couch.
And she casually brushed her way to the couch's middle,
sipped her tea,
inhaled deeply,
and bit her tea-stained lip.
