I feel so forgetful lately, and itâs burdening my chances to a closer connection.
Eleanor patted her forehead with her sweater sleeve, in hopes sheâd not forgotten the day that Mae had cherished most. Their anniversary. She kept seated at the table as her wife cooked breakfast, debating whether or not to say the words she had choked up behind her brain. She decided it was best to have at least told her something, anything to make up for the gruesome silence. It seemed to grow quieter the louder the eggs sizzled in the over-used pan. âI love you, I love you a lot!â Eleanor swiftly sat in her chair, the one closest to the back door and near the windows. âLonny, I love you too dear.â Her wife let out easily. Lonny was a funny nickname that occurred not too long ago from her wifeâs night-thinking. Mae sat down and watched as Lonny tossed her eggs âround from one edge of the plate to the next. This went on for about 10 minutes until the tapping of the leaky faucet became too much to leave talking alone. âMae, you mean a lot to me, and I cannot thank you enough for making such delicious eggs and has browns for breakfast.â Eleanor quickly shot up from her chair and motioned to put away the dishes for her and her wife. âOh, thank you, I appreciate the offer El, and you mean a lot to me also.â Mae said sounding flustered from the confusing amount of affection. El was another nickname sheâd thought of. She noticed how Elâs mannerisms werenât seeming quite right. It was as if she had just eaten breakfast with a well-known anxious magnet. She thought it was of her best interest to ask if Eleanor was feeling alright. âYou seem a bit out of it dear, are you okay?â Mae asked her. Eleanor knew something was off with her own behaviour, but she couldnât bare to let her wife know sheâd forgotten if today was their anniversary or not. She walked over to Mae and gently put her hands on her shoulders. âIâm sorry, itâs okay feel upset at me.â âLonny! Please tell me whatâs wrong, love?â âI wouldâve remembered I promise,â âOh honey, is this about our anniversary youâve been so antsy about?â Mae let out before Eleanor could continue her rambling. Eleanor nodded and proceeded to lean her head on Maeâs shoulder. Mae rubbed her head, gave her a kiss, and then held Lonnyâs face infront of hers. âItâs alright darling, really. Itâs next Friday, not today!â She chuckled a bit. âEven if it were today, I wouldnât mind if youâd forgotten the date. Itâs not always easy to remember those kinds of things, and I love you nonetheless.â Lonny no longer felt the lingering feeling of guilt wrapped around her head. Goodness, it mustâve been about 8 hours into the day until sheâd stumbled up the courage to tell Mae the truth, and she sure was glad she did. âDo you mind actually putting the dishes away though? I have some errands to run, gotta pick up some stuff for our special dayâ Mae let out with a slight smile. Eleanor returned the smile and went towards the kitchen sink. âOh, Lonny! Before I go just remember, you never have to apologize for something thatâs practically out of your control love.â Mae gently closed the blue chipped door and left as slight air entered through the crack at the bottom of it. Putting away the plate marked with an abundance of flowers surrounding the edges, Lonny took that sentence and thought for a while. Mae sure does know how to reassure her, she thought.
Oh boy, I sure do love her.
Considering abandonment From a feeling, hard to pin-point Taking a stroll downtown On the left side of the sidewalk
Arriving towards Places in which I feel comfort Gazing at the filled menu Feeling attached to anotherâs presence
Slight breath Hitting my shoulders Noting my ears Meeting my skin
Turning back Your appearance meeting mine A snippet of love Never dulled one bit
I feel safer with you around Pleasantly guiding my hand Onto your recommendations Gently, until your hand was never there
Oh how I wished I couldâve felt the presence of your hand
