By Just L
Date: 15 July 1999

Triple Word Score

So, you lost BIG at Scrabble.
You think I spend too much on the frivolous.
You didn’t think my spitting beer through my front teeth was funny.
You thought you needed a smoke on the porch . . . .  

And then,
I led you
In the darkness
To the sofa
Where I held you
And spoke
Of my dreams
About hopes for us.
After a while
You said,
Hand extended,
"Come to bed,"
But your tears 
Quietly hidden
Moments before
In my shoulder
Had already
Spoken to me.