A Version of Married Life
It's my job to put the best face on my day,
Hers to pretend she believes what I tell her.
From there, we'll move onward to dinner
And drinks, and she'll quickly shake free
Of the past and the present. She'll enter
The future and start making plans. At that
Point, I'll be by myself in the present, not
Needing to hide my despair.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-04-19 at 23:13
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