I trace my finger along the teeth of my Yale key. The metal is tarnished; yellow and spotted with verdigris showing its lack of use.
You were always home to greet me when I came home; asking:
“Can you guess what’s for dinner?”
“Meatloaf”, I always replied.
I was the breadwinner until the day I came home with a pink slip in my hand.
I never thought you could spend too much time with someone you love, but it’s easier to love than being friends I only realize when it is over, said and done.
It was a time and there was never enough of it, but we wasted what little we had on petty details; like meatloaf.
Now you are gone and the new tenants will soon arrive.
I slip the key into an envelope with my mother’s recipe for meatloaf and leave.
Today Merill hosts at dVerse Prosery the prompt where we write prose no longer than 144 words that has to include a given sentence from a poem.
“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”
Which comes from the poem “A Time” by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, You may punctuate as you wish but you are not allowed to change the order of the words or inserting more words.
August 17, 2020