~
fixated on a textured ceiling with dampened cheeks
failed vocalizations left her wanting
noises caught deep in the esophagus
gurgled and sputtered
the words evaded me with ease and grace
when at last I was able to focus on both breath and speech
she no longer wanted to know
the time for compassion and understanding had
passed much as the darkest night
always presents dawn’s glory to the waking birds
she knew the answer before I did
which is almost always the case with marriage
I just had to find my way to honest
again /
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
~
fixated on a textured ceiling with dampened cheeks
failed vocalizations left her wanting
noises caught deep in the esophagus
gurgled and sputtered
the words evaded me with ease and grace
when at last I was able to focus on both breath and speech
she no longer wanted to know
the time for compassion and understanding had
passed much as the darkest night
always presents dawn’s glory to the waking birds
she knew the answer before I did
which is almost always the case with marriage
I just had to find my way to honest
again /
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