I sleep away these notions as I work
I try to follow some odd plan of day
Including walks by neighbors where they stay
Still hidden from other fears where they lurk.
Our drama though still holds its weight in milk
Each gallon as it finds its way to bin
Just “playing part” I say with little grin
And daydream of the days my sheets were silk.
I know that masked or not we need to talk
But I still find this task extremely hard
As if my lips become a Cottage Cheese.
I come off more the whiner than the Rilke
The pieces seem to break in smaller shard
This jagged glass carries the weight of fees
So what is said and done will last lifetimes
It is pointless to be victims of love
Guess I prefer wearing the villain’s glove
To navigate unprecedented times.
I know you hate my optimism dear
I feel like we are living our own life
Instead of ex-husband and former wife
We both need freedom to fight off our fear.
I would rather not throw stones in my house
I have no desire to try to compete
When truly I embrace my own struggle.
Of course I miss the mystery of your blouse
When trying to express passion a feat
As we try the uncoupling juggle.
Sometimes today is difficult to grasp
Above trying to find each puzzle tile
Around the reality of our file
This remains after days of terror clasp.
Emotions raw and never seem to heal
We put so much of our lives into our books
Our daily thoughts so rich behind our looks
Our struggles now are just part of the deal.
I admit in relationships I sour
Like milk left on the counter for a day
And current situations where we stand.
But somehow gardens begin to flower
Every spring after winter’s delay
But never linear as I had planned.
On concrete side of divide we both sit
As world comes barreling towards our choices
Our ears grown numb to each other’s voices,
Our legs, from sitting on the road, hold grit.
I believe this world is based upon work
But leave open the fact I am lazy
How small stressor find a way to phase me,
The real me, human frailty, where I lurk.
So honestly I think we work as team
Even though we will not break these prideful
Habits we have cultured over the years.
Sometimes we find ourselves on top like cream
Our vanilla yogurt remains stride full
This seems to be different then this appears.
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