and smile at each other
because they know each other
and the one asks the other,
“How is your married life?”
to which the other replies,
“It is all very well, thank you...
and what about your single life?”
to which the one answers,
“It is also very well, thank you...”
and they laugh
and talk about their exploits
the married one talks about her husband
unicentric in nature, is her mind
focused on home and husband and child
and she laughs, as it is her life
and the single one wonders
if she had missed out on anything
on the security of a husband and a home
on the love of a child or children
on the continuing comfort of security
and the single one talks about her exploits
diffused in focus, she is bubbly
and she is hunted by men
as surely as she hunts the best of them
she laughs about the gifts she receives
and the time she spends juggling between her lovers
how they have on many occasions
been the game of her emotions
and the married one wonders
if she had made a mistake
if she had married the wrong man
if her prince charming had lost his way
and was looking out for her
and she wonders
if she could be free from this drudgery
this mind-numbing mundanity of repeating
everything everyday, in the same way
and if the sizzle in her life has given way
to a more benign matronly boredom...
the conversation stalls...
and the one and the other
sip their cappucino, and their mocha...
and all niceties are showing
without a single glint of their mind's churnings...
and life, as ever, goes on.
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