{"id":387,"date":"2014-10-07T07:11:43","date_gmt":"2014-10-07T14:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=387"},"modified":"2016-07-22T02:55:34","modified_gmt":"2016-07-22T09:55:34","slug":"that-same-love-3","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/timhrklit.com\/?page_id=387","title":{"rendered":"That Same Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

That Same Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

You could feel her anger
\nlike a blazing red aura
\naround her eyes and shoulders.<\/p>\n

Talking into her smart phone,
\nher voice loud, but constrained.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow could you behave
\ntowards your wife
\nThat way?\u201d<\/p>\n

That same love
\nthat made her seethe, today
\nless then a year ago
\nunseen beneath the table
\nmade her fingers
\nscrape his wrist.
\n.
\nHis smile let her know
\nhe shared her bored impatience
\nwith not being alone.<\/p>\n

They were with another couple,
\nlaughing politely, finishing
\neach other\u2019s sentences.<\/p>\n

Drinking apple martinis,
\nwaiting for the appetizers.
\nOn the table, candle flames
\nglow within glass, shimmering
\nyellow on four faces.<\/p>\n

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