A place for poetry and other bits. Here, I navigate the midlife landscape as best I can. I am an altered beast and those responsible know what they have done. I have joy, but it is tempered now. I have sorrow, but it too is tempered.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Drain
There is some relief in the aching possibility of him leaving the coil
She will not say so instead she sits dutifully by him smiling with strain
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