It was love

It was love. It had to be. What else could excuse such bizarre behavior? He fumbled with his hair, vaguely scratched his scalp, and told himself the same thing over and over: it had to be love.

He turned his key in the lock and braced for the dark emptiness that waited on the other side of the door. His television would do its best to entertain him, as would his computer and an endless supply of music and booze. They would all fail.

How long has it been now? It doesn’t matter. So many people have died, and tons of babies born, since the last time he had tasted all the exotic spices of her love.

He closed his eyes before turning out the light. He couldn’t bear to watch the darkness fall. It would wait – silently, cautiously – for the deepest pit of the night, for him to open his eyes, expand his pupils, and stare into the hungering darkness to ask: If it wasn’t love, what was it?

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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