Epiphany on the Doorstep
Social distancing continues to place a huge strain on even the closest relationships, I am reminded of a French couple I got chatting to some years ago in a café I had only popped into for a cuppa to get out of the rain.
Hopefully, the other person will have the same idea.
As for waiting for the other person to make the first move, that’s rarely a good idea if only because the chances are that he or she will be thinking along much the same lines.
We don’t lose face (and far more) by coming forward, only by holding back.
The couple? Well, strangers we were and strangers we remain. They told me they were on a second honeymoon after almost divorcing.
EPIPHANY ON THE DOORSTEP
We lived a House of Broken Dreams,
You would hover on the front doorstep,
Wearing a knowing smile, the Collector
I joined you there, confessed secret fears
All but strangers if still the best of friends
Shared epiphany, as the Collector came by
Copyright R. N. Taber 2008; 2020
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