Thursday, February 7

The end of the beginning

I said...
"Good Morning, Heartache!"
As I kissed your forehead
Like I do every morning.
I have gotten used to these
Melancholy Mornings
Agonizing Afternoons
Erratic Evenings
and Mournful Midnights.
Content with less,
Concerned with nothing,
I slide through life
On wheels of self-deprecation.
Convinced that the best thing to do
Is nothing more than...


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