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The Misunderstanding

By Sam Yau




There are many days of happiness

sailing on the calm waters

of our meandering river

 

We discover our affinities and similarities

we look at each other

see our resemblance

our affection grows

through our familiarity

 

Hidden in the background is

a lifetime of different experiences

 

We come to the first rushing rapid

the wide chasm 

between our cultures

our life experiences

good and bad times

in our past relationships

 

How they have crafted

a tinted lens we perceive each other through

 

Your innocent casual comment

sounds like judgment to me

I am hit by the hammer of your words

 

I lash out at

lightning speed with

an uncalled-for reaction sprung  

from my past relationship trauma

that my self-awareness fails to catch

 

An outsized response to a non-existent

provocation, perceived incorrectly

 

The surprise hurt keeps us tongue-tied

 

Unwilling to disrupt days of good weather

we stay              silent,         aware

we are storing unresolved resentment

like gathering dark clouds

 

Thunder and lightning will strike again

 

My dear, I am sorry

I own it

 

I am dreaming of smooth waters

on a sunny cloudless day

 

Can we talk about it?

 

 

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