Imagined Conversation

Imagined Conversation

 

 

 

spasmodic plausibility

we inadvertently touched

in the slightest

 

now I love you forever

even though

 

we never even said "hello."

 

 

 

3/22/26

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

The small touch that opens a door to the imagined, you name it, with such clarity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thanks, Curly.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

imagination can go much further than the real, can't it!? it can get complicated in it's singularity .. and so lonely ... crazy!!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes to all of the above, my friend.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ....................

[John the Baptist]

The trouble with those plausible chicks is they seldom come out of your head.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha, true.
thanks, John.

[Claude]

This poem is short, delicate, and strikingly emotional. I love how it captures the intensity of a connection that never really existed—the “imagined conversation” gives the feeling of longing and attachment out of thin air. That final line, “we never even said ‘hello’,” lands like a quiet punch, perfectly summing up the bittersweet ache of unspoken feelings. It’s minimalistic but incredibly effective, showing how a few words (or lack thereof) can carry a lifetime of emotion.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate your kind review, Claude.
j.

[Desert Knave]

Makes me think of when the cute cashier's hand touched mine when she handed me my change ... I knew it was destiny. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope you needed more change soon.
Thanks, Jim.
j.

[Lorry]

Well firstly apologies Jacob, for such a repetitive review that I see Vol aluded to in a similar vein, but what are the chances that Yourself, Vol and myself all met the very same woman!😃
I remember so many "bus stop loves" in my time and I think I fell in love with them all!
The only one I actually remember more than most only real sticks out in my memory because I met her on the subway and not the bus, every day for two and a bit years! Well 2 years, four month and seventeen days, but who's counting?)
A complete stranger to me for all that time, but every day since I first saw her I was besotted!
It was a smile and a bye when i got off the bus, where i would immediately be double love, triple strength. 😃

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember the subway from my NY days...but no women I accidentally met...but then I was only 8 and a half when I left the Bronx...so i wouldn't have understood what or whom I was looking at.
But as you say, Who's counting.

[Davidgeo]

This might be an origin story for a serial killer. What exactly, Jacob, do you have in your basement?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

No one will ever find them.

[Vol]

Jacob,
You too? Mine was an angelic brunette reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn... a red Corvette, eye contact, a smile, and gone...
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Audrey was a beauty...Her portrayal of Susie in Wait Until Dark...was scary good.
thanks, Vol,
j.

[FlatDaddy]

Oh, my, yes. Funny, less than a week ago I was thinking of her in that incredible portrayal that still gives me shivers now

[FlatDaddy]

We lucky old farts have similar memories of rare beauties, the genesis of our need to pen them to our breasts with vellum love

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely, your imagination has gone into overdrive. Love forever without having to put any effort into it:) A real fantasy here dear j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Chris...sometimes the imagined ones are the best and definitely the safest.
j.

[Soren]

This poem dives below the lines and it set my thoughts to moving. Indeed our fantasies of ideals build alters of expectation in a mind where ice cream castles in the air never melt and an all just God sits on a throne of gold. A love that no reality can ever reach. A wonderful write my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Safety in numbers when the number is one.
Thank you, Soren,
j.

[Soren]

You are most welcome Jacob