We should do this again!
they said, knowing full well
that this would never happen.
Who knows why some things catch fire?
Who knows why some things don’t?
Or worse, the little flare between
two people that sparks and then dies,
leaving someone inevitably embarrassed
over what was said, what it all seemed
to mean, but–as it turns out–didn’t.
Or maybe the meaning still hangs there,
the words still spoken, unable to be
called back, not as simple as
throwing away the paper cup
and walking out the door.
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For the PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 29. Prompt: Do it again.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Reblogged this on The Dad Poet and commented:
Isn’t it refreshing when someone comes out and says what you felt. As Pope said, what oft was thought, but never so well expressed.
Thanks so much for the reblog, David! I’m honored, and I’m so glad you liked this poem. Making friends once you’re an adult can be so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever written about this particular kind of relationship mismatch before. Thanks again for the reblog and for your kind words.
My pleasure, Marilyn.