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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