Sales Call
Sales Call

Do you remember the third date we went on?
How about the fifth kiss?
Funny…people only remember first’s and last’s
The in between- good and bad, becomes trivial…lost
What do you remember about the last time
Right before now when your eyes met mine
Did you have that menacing glare on your face?
The one that says everything and nothing at all
Me, dreading the moment of the look
Knowing it will come, but unable to stop it
Nice sendoff sunshine..like the blazing headlights
The ones you see just before the impact slams you
What if this was our last moment…
Some legacy it would leave
You resentful, me, just begging for a smile from you
The last word, the last kiss, both unfullfilling
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A very interesting point you make in this poem, Ralph. Why do people always remember the first and last of everything, but seldom what is in between? For instance, the first time making love is often far from the best, but you still remember it. Even in sport, the winners are remembered and recorded as part of history, but often we even forget the runners-up.
You won’t be the last lonely salesman out there to make that pitch of discontent and loss. I’ve bounced about in relationships most of my life, outside of being married for 20 years, those were more secure until the divorce hit. The in between ones were some of my best experiences. However I have vowed to walk alone and make the last my last. Wonderfully penned Ralph, thanks for sharing your viewpoint.
I certainly could sense the pervasive dissatisfaction with the state of the relationship expressed in this piece, Ralph. You expressed it perfectly We’ve all been there…
I can taste your words even as I write this comment RJ and though it’s a sad and solitary taste, I like it. Great imagery and hard hitting prose make this a pensive and enjoyable read.