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Poem: The Living Part Two

They walk the old boardwalk hand in hand
The first place she asked to go on vacation
Telling him it reminded her of her youth
He agreed wanting to see her smile
Like she used to smile when they first fell in love
Instead he saw sadness in her eyes
And a quietness that reflected past memories
That she still hides from him after all these years


Poem: Domesticated Lyric

Watching the clock
As it marches on
Lying awake she wonders
To herself about motivations
For still being here

Does it make her happy
When it doesn’t bring her pain
Does it keep her from crying
When it doesn’t make her insane