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I cannot write and have no reason why.
It has been nine days since I penned one.
I cannot just stare on my computer and look
at the blinking cursor telling me to start typing.

Time is ticking and now I remember
when my heart went on hiatus, not forever
but for a long time, sixteen long years.
Not thinking of what might had been.

I was in Texas, nineteen years ago.
He sent me a round trip plane ticket to go
and be with him in New Orleans and spend
the Fourth of July week-end.  

He picked me up at the airport on a Thursday
and took me to his parents and while on the way,
he was on the cell phone talking to his son
and while we were in his parents’ house,
we waited for his son’s numerous collect calls.
 
That was how we spent Fourth of July,
instead of seeing fireworks or celebrating.
The next day, we headed for an hour trip
to see and talk to his son, while I waited.

All I wanted to do was fly back to Dallas
and be with my co-workers to explore the place,
go sightseeing and trying Texas’ dishes.
I dreaded another day of staying there.
I could hardly wait for Sunday morning.
I was out of there and out of his life.

I never picked up his calls nor returned them.
That was the end of our six years relationship,
never look back and my heart went on hiatus
with relationships, although my foolish heart
continued on talking and flirting with men I liked.

However, when it came time for them to ask
me out, NO was the answer with no explanation.
Three years ago, my heart’s hiatus with relationships
ended and now the question is should I stay or go? 


2/23/21    Hiatus Poetry Contest
                Chantelle Anne Cooke

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