My Dad kindly and gently said I am fine just as myself, though remarking on how foolishly prone I am to--never mind.  Reading these diary pages was enough for you.



(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXVII)


Divorced.  with one kid.  I'd forgotten thence
Twas ah, passe to be a single they'll
Assure you's worn a wedding ring, to fail
At vows along the years, this baggage' sense
Of broken why erm, happy is pretense,
Or laughter short-lived, sorrow that detail
His eyes are haunted by in sheer betrayl,
And I've been warned too many times.  Ah, whence?
Forsooth.  Is't something like, "don't ask."?  In poor
Excuse I took for granted what we knew.
For aye, who's not "experienced" as it were?
My brother said a bachlor'd love me, ooh--
Who'd cherish my ******'ty.  Shaun.  I cure
Naught in whatever, mixt up over who?

22Oct16c