the chicken soup diaries

she tells me,

i'm tired, can we do this another

night.

i might have a little

cold. i'm

really worn out,

it was a long

week.

i hear a slight cough,

then i pull the phone

away from my ear.

i stare at it.

i know what this means.

it's over.

we're done.

no sugar tonight,

no sugar tomorrow.

it's curtains.

but i play along, okay.

alright.

i hope you feel better.

i could bring over some chicken

soup if you'd like.

oh, no she says,

please. that's so nice,

but no. i'm fine.

we'll do this another time,

okay.

at this point i'm in no

man's land.

i can't react, i just go for it

and say

have a good and restful 

night.

a month goes by.

i catch a glimpse of her

in the grocery

store, then see her

running out to her car

in the parking lot.

i nod. yup. 

just what i thought.

i put some chicken soup

into my cart.