Tuesday, March 17, 2015

3/17


It is not that I can’t face this alone,
That is part of this treatment, and it’s not like I 
Have much choice.

Usually, Jack, at sunset I 
Bid you goodnight. Not this evening, 
No, my Dear,

This evening I am angry at you
For leaving me. I’ll make it and 
I 
So miss you. 

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