Saturation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You are made to understand,
One just met
Is trying to forget
Another who has claimed
To have been left
With a broken heart.

It's a familiar story!
But will 'this' one quickly end?
Before another minute of time is given,
To it! ?

One is hopeful.
But faith begins to fade!
As one sits,
Beginning the first...
Of recurring stirs.

And each conversation started...
No matter what the subject.
Begins by a reminiscing memory...
Of who did what to whom, when and why?
A consoling is tried.
With a lightness to keep things uplifted.
A saturation is realized.
And then comparisons begin!
An exchange of discussions,
About her or him or them does not end.

Even the hands on the watched clock...
Seem to have come to a stop!

The time slows!
And an exit seems to be moving,
Further and further away!
Until it is announced...
'How can I be so absentminded'?

A pot roast has been left in the oven!
Unseasoned.
And that is not acceptable.
Nor is this excuse used.
Especially when it has been mentioned...
How one prides on being vegetarian!

'Will those comments be remembered? '
One thinks and gives direct eye contact!

Something had to be done,
Before one becomes too deeply involved!
And a promise is made to make another date.
With calls to be placed...
Once schedules have been checked and confirmed.
However...
One already knows,
There will be no availability.