Positioned
over the telephone line
giving way to years
heavy, uncompromising
years

“Why won’t you say it?”
she pleaded on her side
in her life,

-the limb swayed a bit
-creaking in the breeze

“Why won’t you admit to
loving me?”

The branch neared the line,
the weight, the burden
of living so many years
too many to count

“I’ll die without your love”
her words echoed in her head
his silence deafened his reply

“I” quivered his words
on the other side of his life
“I” spoken as if his lungs
became emptied, no breath left
to breathe

The burden could bear no longer
the stillness of the moment
between decision and indecision
hesitating, while the dust hung
in the air

A tree limb dangling
not wanting to commit
not expecting the fall

when finally it came….

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