three-hundred-
three-hundred-
and-sixty-five
days, we drift
in and out of
fixed kisses,
a steady
routine –
at the threshold,
before bedtime,
on birthdays,
under the
mistletoe, and
still, in
gratitude –
but at closer
inspection,
we do not
recognize each
other in each other,
and we have
stopped trying
.
20110209:2301
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Wow..this represents the status of so many relationships in terms that are just perfect!
(laugh) for better or worse…
Yes, unfortunately this happens. It takes honest work to avoid this condition. This is a perfect description of the condition.
thank you!
…told you I’d be back browsing. This is one of my favourites so far
thank you for coming back and for enjoying this one (smile).