that
I hope he’s sleeping in
in her arms
and lazily making love
and having breakfast
and all of that.
I hope that.
Yeah, it hurts.
But it hurts a whole lot more
to imagine him lonely.
I hope he’s sleeping in
in her arms
and lazily making love
and having breakfast
and all of that.
I hope that.
Yeah, it hurts.
But it hurts a whole lot more
to imagine him lonely.
published 2010/06/05
in Proximity / Writing / Poems / 2007connect
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