sometimes when we talk
it all disappears-
the pain, the loss
the feeling of despair
and your voice is as sweet
as water moving over
the pebbles in the creek
then you are my friend,
the husband I knew
the other spoon
in the bed.
This is all I know
of you after all
this time
I hate it when I feel soft towards him.It wounds me still.fuck. shit,damn.
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