Pretending to not be holding you.
Remembering those times
That simply passed on by.
I could easily say, “I love you,”
And it would please you.
And at this moment in time I would truly mean it.
But this night’s reality
Will never survive tomorrow’s dawn.
Retired from child care photography after thirty years of coaxing smiles and wiping noses. Currently venting years of repressed fictional story lines via self-published novels. Married and still alive in a remote corner of Waller County, Texas.
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