REMOVING BLAME

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the hard handed surface of coping

sweet madness too soon reawakened

no knees to fall to

just despairs bitter taste

a hand on the shoulder of remorse

whispering empathy

evoking kindness from the soul

time snickers at us

as she too runs out

too tripped up in a dowager's own sort

of circumstance

to care enough to come back...........

(May 11, 2000 1015am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the gradual degradation of my marriage to Jon.

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