To Close The Book

c1b3b9b0She let the phone ring and ring. No answer.

She sent text after text. No response.

As the waves crashed nearby, she fought the tears, the heartbreak, and the stress of her confusion.

He was pretending they had never happened.

And she needed to close the book.

So she did.

 

Au Revoir: A Tiny Fiction Series

Written by Jennifer Fifield

Image by Unsplash

the view, the feel, the moment

photo-1445964047600-cdbdb873673d“I’ve been here,” I whispered.

“You’ve been here? When?” he asked.

“In my dreams. I’ve been dreaming of this place for years. I never knew where or what it was,” I said.

I slowly absorbed each detail. How surreal to be somewhere for the first time, and the fiftieth time. The view, the feel, the moment – they were all the same as every dream I had ever had. And it was him, this wonderful person standing next to me, who had brought me.

Au Revoir: A Tiny Fiction Series

Written by Jennifer Fifield

Image from Unsplash

our eyes

we’ll meet tomorrow
our eyes will know
we’ll be the answer

you’ll ask, did you feel it
and I will say, of course
and I will love that you asked

we’ll owe it to something:
the universe, our hearts, our futures
to dive in, and finally believe

you’ll sing words
that we write together
while you strum your guitar

or I’ll expeditiously savor
our thoughts, our memories
converting them to love poems

we’ll gaze, eye to eye
we’ll feel, souls and minds
we’ll desire, skin to skin

forever

 

By Jennifer A. Fifield

Love Love, Hate Love – Available Now

Jennifer_Fifield Cover 600x900-2Tumultuous relationships can evolve into quite an eclectic array of poetry. The poetry collection Love Love, Hate Love celebrates the many stages of love: dreaming of love, being in love, and wishing you had never fallen.

You will find beautiful beginnings, as well as heart-breaking endings in Love Love, Hate Love. The ebook is available now on Amazon. Enjoy!

Last call

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

Emily D. wrote,
that hazel eyes,
are like the sherry
in the glass
that the guest leaves
at evening’s end

Intoxicated, warm
and woozy, on love
I’ll clumsily fall
to you, drink you,
until there is nothing
left in the glass

Just in time,
your kind spirit
will save me,
keep me warm
when life gets cold
at each evening’s end

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

 

By Jennifer A. Fifield