You and I went to mid-priced restaurants.
You and I had expensive conversations.
A scent of lemon grove; it was only
industrial air freshener or the bug trap
glowing blue over my shoulder or yours.
Many decorative concealments, filigree.
Many things that could not be exposed,
no matter how long we talked, over what
desserts or off-priced margaritas as big as
our heads, as big as anything else we tried.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Such a richly poignant write–
Thanks, Audrey!
bug traps & margaritas…sounds like my kinda place…
like the contrast in the opening 2 lines…
Thanks, Brian! 🙂
I’m not sure why I see this image but I’m traveling in a motor home. We may hot have a lot of the luxuries of home but we are happy. Great poem!
That’s really interesting, Linda. Thanks!
Interesting poem…I’m seeing a bored marriage or broken relationship in this piece.
Thanks, M.J. I think it’s a breakup, but it could be that they’re staying together but just not connecting.
It is amazing how no matter how hard you try, finding a real connection seems forever out of reach.
And sometimes you try to make yourself believe it’s there, only to realize later how much time you’ve wasted!
Sad when you try so hard and you realize that it’s not going to work 😦