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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