Friday 28 August 2015

Second Sunday

It seems mundane
the Gentle smile, suggestive
and seductively asking.
So normal. So
Clichéd

The second Sunday of
every month. I know.
He knows.
We know but do not
say

He’s somewhere nestled,
nuzzled, closer. Happy,
holding,
huddled tighter. It’s
Different.

He keeps his worlds
apart. Different phone
Different heart.
He loved our life and
yet.

The second Sunday of
every month. I know.
He knows.
We know but do not
will not
can not

say.

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