Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, I fix my eyes on a blank page of my diary.
He is his own man with few adjuncts: a MacBook, an iPhone, and a bulldog. Before the wedding, I was an entity in his life; afterwards, I've become an appendage to his social life. Not even this strip of the king-size bed where I lie feels like mine ...
The sound of my pen scratching on the page becomes loud ... and louder as rivulets of rain streak down the bedroom window with no sign of letting up.
anniversary
as quiet as a whisper
early leaf fall
Contemporary Haibun Online , 18:1, April 2022
