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after 45 years

there was a time when,
had i fallen back to sleep
as he dressed for work,
he would have left a place set
at the breakfast table with
a dashed note saying,
“i love you, call you later”
now, his mind so filled
with life’s collective worries,
it feels like we’re just roommates


Picture Sources: Jana’s Campaign


Hey ya’ll! No fretting allowed here. Am just sitting in the Pity Party Closet, hat on my head, lei around my neck, eating a quart of Moosetracks ice cream. I’ll be out in the morning. And everything will be back to abnormal. Sometimes you just gotta say what’s inside you. Even if it sounds yucky. 🙂