Your eyes only saw the best part of me, perfectly groomed in classic black and heels, ambivalence hidden behind serenity’s repose. I kept dishevelment ensconced in private rooms where uncombed hair fell in tangled lanks and mismatched Pj’s enclosed goose-pimpled flesh from the draft of honesty. Your ears only heard whispers and murmurs and sonorous sounds of yearning, never impatient recriminations in careless moments of the familiar or irrational shrieks of a bad temperament. The trick was the delicate convergence of the frenetic and the steadfast and how to locate the balance. ______________________________________________- Written with thanks to Three Word Wednesday … Continue reading Stitching the Pieces