The Past

Monday, July 10, 2017

Have you ever met a woman who’s as hard as a boulder?
I have. And I loved her, though she was quite a bit older
than I. Only after she died (of natural causes, thank God)
did I see that our love might’ve struck others as odd.
Had it? I’ll never know. No one speaks to me anymore.
I don’t even hear footsteps when I knock at the door—
much less many good people scrambling to answer.
If only my old lady hadn’t died of lung cancer. :(

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