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Jul 2019
A great deal has happened,
since we last talked.
Actions speak louder than nonsense,
and nonsense speaks my language.
It’s my native tongue.

Anyway, I visited hell twice,
and when I went back a third time,
a sign said that it was closed for maintenance so instead,
I went out for a Fuego Especial Burrito.
Later that night,
my stomach felt worse,
then the pains any hell could give me.

A great deal has happened since,
we last fought and I subsequently left you.
My new Keurig machine spits out,
Tepid, ****** drops of putrid sludge.
I guess the warranty was too busy,
holding up the refrigerator to be mailed in.
You used to take care of those things so well.

I joined a yoga class to release the stress,
from broken coffee makers,
and from what life had dealt me,
but I had too many problems,
with the positions…
The cobra bit the warrior,
and the downward dog ran right to the tree.
I still have lots of stress in my life,
I remember you had a way to make it disappear.

A great deal has happened,
since we last met.
The leaves turned orange,
during autumn’s depressing annual drop,
and they vanished,
like I did from you.

I learned quite a bit,
about people,
and what moves them.
I learned much about myself too,
and how I’m not much different than most.
Love is my motivator.

A great deal has happened,
since we last walked together.
Although I still watch the ocean,
break along the sandy shoreline,
I now do it with my shadow.
My shadow is much quieter than you,
and I dislike the silence.

At night I forget the chaotic day,
problems with work, family and my insecurities.
I realize it doesn’t **** to be me,
but there is still something missing…

A great deal has happened,
since we last talked…
I’ve endured two trips and burritos from hell,
the changing seasons,
I tore my groin at yoga,
and I stood in silence at the sea.
But one thing has remained constant throughout,
I’ve never given up hope,
that one day,
we may share a cup of ****** coffee.
Wrote this after reminiscing about my ex-wife one night shortly after we split up.
A Benedict
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A Benedict  48/M
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   Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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