Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Going Out To Eat

Walking out the door he says "we'll go at noon...I'll give you a call." I jump up and start getting dressed so I'll be ready when he calls. The dog gets excited because he senses we are getting out of the house today. Noon comes and goes...no call. I carry the phone around with me everywhere I go so I will not miss his call. 1:00, 2:00, 3:00...still no call. Thirty eight years of waiting for calls that will not come. One day I will learn his word means nothing.

icy wind
raking desolate fields

Heavenly Haiku


Catnapping said...

I agree with James Lockhart. You should get published. I'd love to see you work on a series of haibun.

Sandy said...

Thanks, Cat...that is a great idea about a series. I'll get to work on it.

TenaciousK said...


Does he know what this does to you?

Sandy said...

TK: He does not care. I would imagine if he did he'd stop.