It Was Too Good To Be True

Thank you- I sheepishly say

as you hand me paper,

When all I wanted was love.

 

Ouch- I say; you’re rough

when I wanted it; you to be soft.

 

I turn over hoping to see you beside.

Warm and sound

but when I open my tired eyes,

I am left with the reminder

That you are gone.

©2017 Kristen Deukett.  Your Abditory Blog

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