Thalia swift-kicked his weathered work boots out of her path at the doorway. Again. Gone were the days of carefully placing them aside in order to enter the condo. No more gentle nudges left for moving objects…or his heart. His was hollow, she concluded. It should have been easy to fill. She pondered the metaphors as she threw her keys in her purse.
She barely remembered his smirky smile when she’d walk in the door and the way he’d pull her close before she could take off her coat. Memories were foggy of a glowing fireplace beside a tidy table set for two.
Robotically, she started scrubbing day old dishes, trying to remember the sparkle in his eyes. He stirred from his slumber on the couch. Her eyes met his, forlorn, too familiar and she wondered why lips forget what they have kissed.
We are writing “prosery” at dVerse Poets Pub. As your host today, I have chosen the line “Lips forget what they have kissed” from the poem, “Eve Remembering” by Toni Morrison. Your prose must include the given line and be no more than 144 words. Feel free to join in for more details.Doors open at 3 p.m. EST and the prompt is open all week.
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mishunderstood 
Oh… seems we had similar thoughts from opposite sides. It sounds like there must be ready to make a break.
Sounds like the honeymoon’s over. Makes me wonder what’s on the horizon for them. Good writing, Mish.
The end of a relationship is never easy, Mish, and you captured that feeling well in your Prosery. I can imagine those work boots and the smirky smile getting on her nerves.
oh its over for sure
much love
Oh this is a sad fate for soooo many couples who do not take the time to nurture their love.
Sad they’re in this phase now. Someone needs to wake up. Great writing Mish
Very well written, Mish. Amazing how time can eat away at the good things in a relationship and keep the focus on the negative!