Loose Ends

Cherry

By Bee

Mon, 24 Aug 2015
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13 comments
 

Strange how it's fine to say hello

but when the moment comes

to end the call, all of a sudden,

goodbye is not enough,



but it's all we have -

We can hear each other thinking 

something - you say it first, no you...

elusive unsaids -



So, I'd better go - lovely 

speaking - to hear you - and you...

Bye then...

Bye!



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Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I think you are picking many words from my head right now. I'm not sure how you are doing it. Do you have a spy camera in there? 

This is a sweet poem and so true

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks AE. Really glad you liked. 

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Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you cherry picker. smiley

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

It's even more difficult if you're talking to someone who seems to feel an obligation to continue, and doesn't pick up on the hints that you feel that you need to go, but you don't want to lie about a committment, but you can't really say, 'I've really talked enough and I'm tired …', well maybe you could to some friends. 'Sorry, really have to go, speak soon!' Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

You really made me laugh there, Rhiannon. Perhaps it's best to be gently honest. And I loved the idea of saying you've talked enough and your tired now. I might try that next time someone rings to sell me stuff, or tries to rope me into a survey. 

Thanks.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My daughter does just that...hand on heart, Bee, and I really envy her candoursmiley

Great stuff, Bee...keep it coming

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I envy her too. 

Thanks Tina.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

I'm not a telephone person, so I'm the one ending the call, sooner rather than later. But I think your poem is about more than phone calls. I will always remember when Philip was told that he needed to have his heart stopped and restarted - this was seven weeks before he died. He had a racing pulse and his heart was really out of control. We both knew that his condition was so fragile that they might have a problem restarting it. He told me he wanted me to go into the hallway during the procedure, When I left the room, he said a few words, and we both knew they might be our last words to each other. Then I sat outside listening as the machine made its characteristic banging noise, and again, and again. Finally the nurse came out and told me it was over and I could go back. His first words after coming back to life, although he never remembered it afterwards were, "third time lucky."

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Wow, Jean! I just can't imagine what you went through after what could have been those precious last words, and then having to sit and wait in the corridor. Sounds like he kept his sense of humour, though. And what a relief!

Yes, you are right - it's always about more than the apparent.

Thanks Jean.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There's such a reality about this poem Bee, those feelings of hesitation when each person pauses, not quite sure of whether to say goodbye, until finally someone takes a stand and ends the call. It can get quite exhausting. My son can talk for hours on his phone, don't know how he does it.

A natural read that everyone can relate to.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

It can be weird to end the call and all too abrupt for it. 

Thanks Jenny.

Bee

Submitted by love_writing on

It's so true ...the polite niceties seem to come out of us and we want to be the last one to say goodbye. It's a lovely and most observant poem :) 

love_writing

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks LW. That's so nice.

Bee