Oh wow...I just decided to read something else of yours randomly and picked this. It hit me hard. It is AMAZING writing. I felt like I was there. I could feel what both your characters were struggling with and feeling...Just wow.

I've read this twice and though I'm still confused about the plot I'm sure that's intentional. This is beautiful, and the way you worded the whole thing kind of rushed the reader along, but it didn't make you feel hurried. Fantastic job.

i love the mystery around the whole conversation. you have no idea what is going on, yet you want to keep reading it and that usually doesn't happen. wonderful job!~Liz

Perhaps just because of my perverse obsession with doomed love, (and b/c I share the name of your herione) but I really loved this. Also, it is good that you leave the story behind the other woman unspoken. In fact, one of the only thing I don't like is the line, "He sighed. She used to say that loving him was like trying to describe the exact weight and smell of honeysuckle in the spring air" -- simply because even poetic souls don't actually speak that way (ie the image is fine but it somehow bugs me that your character has herself *said* this).

But a well-written prose piece. Short, to the point, ever so slightly mysterious...

~ecm

gorgeous.

Beautiful and raw. I feel like I really understand this piece, can feel the honesty in it. I love how delicately written it is and how the conversation flows. Great work.

Ours, like there wasn’t another apartment, another window in another kitchen.

I love that. such wonderful description. in a sense- I saw "Match Point" not too recently and your poem reminded me of that. missed this, you know? heartbreaking.

"i'm already gone" absolutely killed me. stone dead on the floor.

and i was stirred by the concept of "ours", because i thought i was the only one who felt that way about my relationship..

i feel warm and sunny, reading this makes me feel warm and sunny and as though i've lived those moments in the park where i had my breath taken because i think i have, just not quite verbatim.

by the way, i was quite flattered by your reviews, i really think the hype surrounding me like an annoying cloud of bees (placed there by close friends who would be happy with me if i wrote ten times crappier than this, simply because it's mine) is much much more exciting than the actual poems produced.