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May 2015
We talk about life
and the darker things,

you assure me everything
will turn out well,
even when we both know

it’s not likely
to be in our lifetime.

I rattle on
asking questions
we don’t have the answers to,

I leave sentences unfinished,
question marks hanging
feeling you coming up short
when you don’t know how to help me,

(no one really does)

and I let you off the hook,
feigning a need for nicotine,
buying bleach instead

hoping I can lighten the mood…

BAN August 5, 2014 8:07 am
Beth Nation
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Beth Nation  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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