Sunday, March 09, 2008

11:30 pm

Thoughts all a jumble
I spoke without thinking again

I sit up late at night
Alone

She's in the other room
Trying to be asleep

It's too easy to forget
Her wounds aren't healed

Most times
She puts on a good face

Things are okay
'Til I yank the bandaid again

The triggers are never quite the same
Often media inspired

Good thing we don't watch too much
Anymore

Should watch less
Too much else to do

The pendulum swings
February gloom brightens

Time for bed
Thoughts still bumble

Does I'm sorry mean a thing
Anymore

Music from the other room
Bid a welcome note

I'm going
Home

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