wind curls up my coat
whips my pantlegs
biting my exposed flesh
“Hey how yah doing??” I ask cheerful
“Hi Shannon..I can hardley hear you” she says
I turn to cup the reciever more carefully
traffic crashes past on the broken potholed
street
the whole discussion is a lie
the whole point is deception
but it came so easy
and its so hard to put away
the hour moves past like the storm
buffeting laughter and drifting
conversation
before long i have to hang up
and head home
“So how was the meeting?” she asks
when i get in the door
“Oh it was okay same old same old…”
the ice in my veins is fear
and the inevitable came out
so much history now
but it was a close doing
something i regret
but im still here with the true one i love
just torn around the edges
by them
nipped here and there
..O..
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