Monday, July 6, 2009

Amazing

Staring at him
While he sleeps
I’ve looked at that
Same face
For years
Almost every day
And behind it
All
I have no clue
What goes on in
That head
In his mind.
There are times
When this unknown
Makes me want to kill
Him
And other times
When I don’t care
The creases
In his face
The wrinkles
Why are they there?
When he doesn’t
Seem to care about a thing
What put them there?


Does he realize the
Trouble
He creates for me
At times
The confusion
The insecurity
The frustration
I must do the same to him
So maybe I’ve
Created those
Creases
Wrinkles
In his face
As he’s created them in
Mine.

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