He’s going.
I feel him stretching out
like old elastic on the tops of pantyhose.
How old are your pantyhose?
That’s not the point.
You need to refresh your pantyhose, seriously
that elastic is good for a decade at least.
Oh forget I said it. He’s going. I can feel him slipping away.
Like pantyhose falling off your hips if they’re so old the elastic is brittle?
Well, yes.
I have some elastic lace. We can sew it onto the pantyhose. They’ll be like new.
It’s not about the pantyhose.
No. It’s about the elastic.
No. It’s about the leaving.
You know, if you put a pair of panties over the pantyhose, it will keep them up.
Like a hug.
Exactly like a hug. Sometimes the pantyhose work down a bit and are uncomfortable, but they stay up.
How do you know these things?
Oh. We all have our emergency strategies.
Emergency.
Definitely.
Hmm. Right. Thanks.
Leaving deferred is a false promise.
Ah but there is the ‘change of mind’ perogative, and also the ‘coming to senses’ thing not to be overlooked.
Those are the saving graces of the matter! 🙂
“It’s not about the pantyhose.” It never is.
🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Melody.
Good poem.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Scotty.
Brilliant poem!
Thanks! Glad you like it. 🙂
The dialogue format really works well here. The contrast and banter between the two voices is both pointed and amusing. Nicely done!
Thanks, Jennifer.
this is really charming in a sad sort of way. advice is given for the giver.