“Have I finally broken you?”
She playfully asks
As they stop in the hallway.
“No, no,” comes his reply;
Long on the vowels,
upward inflection—
As his eyes smile
And his lips break
Into a knowing grin.
He thinks to himself,
“Broken me, yes,
But not the way you wanted,
Not the way you planned.”
© 2015 H.K. Longmore
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 