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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Stumbles (for Sarah)

It doesn't matter 

how often
one of us
stumbles 

on the trip wire,
waking the dark, 
unmovable monster,

and you scream at me,
cry in your room,
slam doors,
and I sit here,
heartbroken and defeated,

I still love you.

3 comments:

  1. So much love for this.

    Start writing again, Mister!

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  2. Painful truth. You are a loving man.

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  3. just a note to say, I hear you ~

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