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The Cupholder

Contributed by Rae on Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 04:48:58 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



The afternoon was bright white
As if the photographer washed out the picture.
We were sitting around a long table in a house with 2 windows.
Everyone had a smile on their faces.
High society.
The Host served tea,
Everyone grabbed their cups.
They each had one wrapped around their hands.
I looked at the Host quite embarrassed.
“Where is my cup?” I asked with a blush.
“Go look for one in the cupboard, dear.”
He said in a manner as a Host would have.
I stood by the window, opened the cupboard, looked for a small cup.
Yet every time I picked one,
He would warn me, “oh, dear, not that one.”
A repetition of warnings.
Perhaps he was taking notice of me all along.
I walked to him to the other window.
“You always do this to me.”
A scandal.
Questioning glances.
The Host looked at me quite embarrassed.
“What do you mean?”
“Not an action I do nor a word I say satisfies you, what should I do?”
I ran out from this house with 2 windows
To a road with high buildings.
High society.
Hotels, I believe.
He ran after me.
He kissed an old man on the cheek.
High society.
I stood bewildered, questioned his sexuality.
He replied that he was only doing a favor to his friend.
It could’ve wounded me forever
But somehow I forgot right at that moment
And confessed him my love
And all the wonderful things we could have if we’d only leave.
He reciprocated my feelings
And yet I still felt that he was holding back something
And no matter how I cry
And try to bring him back to me,
He will always be out there.
High society.
We found a bench by the end of the road.
We held hands so tight
And that just relieved me from every pain he has given.
“So why won’t you even talk to me?
Not a greeting, not a message?”
“You don’t need one.”
I had to open my eyes and gasp for air.
Tears won’t deny the pain.



- Rae ’05. 072605. Tues. 1:18 AM.




Copyright © Rae ... [ 2005-08-17 16:48:58]
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Re: The Cupholder (User Rating: 1 )
by Stellar on Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 05:10:02 PM AEST
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Very interesting write. I have to admit, it had me hooked to see how it ended.

Take care,
Liz


Re: The Cupholder (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 18th August 2005 @ 12:31:52 PM AEST
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A very interesting peice of writting deep and mysterious, i was captivated by the little journey of it, i like the effect or should i say, the hold it had on me . . .

Ben




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