She asked for a lampshade
For the tenth time
He ignored her for the eleventh time
There was that other time
She didn’t ask but he knew.

She stopped asking
He stopped noticing
There is that divide between them now
The lampshade is forgotten
He never told her why.

She asked for a lampshade
For one more time
She thought before leaving she should
He collapsed crying
With open hands

I don’t have the money
He said
We are poor, don’t you know
Now she knows
But why doesn’t matter anymore
After awhile reasons
And lampshades loose their appeal.

October 18, 2017

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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3 Responses to Lampshade

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    This is such a poignant metaphor for the breakdown of relationships – all over a lampshade.

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