At The Kitchen Table

Will you just stop talking

He said

You’re driving me insane

If you’d just listen in the first place

She said

I wouldn’t have to say it again

Just Me

Life was
cruel to him

And people
were cruel too

It was only me
who was kind

Me who stuck by
him like glue

Indebted

Thank
you so
much
for
being
you

Otherwise
I’d still
be wandering
around
without
a clue

Waiting
for
the days
not to
feel
so blue

And
hoping
to find
a love
that’s
true

The Deep

Do you think
we’ll make it
out alive,
she asked,
hoping for
the truth.

I’m sure
we’ll be fine,
he said,
with all the
bluster and
naivety of youth.

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