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Battles between us,

occur all too often.

Screaming,

into all hours of the night.

Till our voices are weak,

and worn.

I cry and weep,

until I am weak.

Yet you ignore it.

Sitting and staring,

and the t.v.

Drink in hand.

Like I’m not even there.

Like I am nothing to you.

I need your comfort,

to know that you are there,

and always will be,

to suppress my tears.

But you won’t.

So anger takes place,

of the love I once felt for you,

and fury fills my words.

One day you’ll see the damage you’ve done,

and reach out to comfort this fury inside,

but you’ll just keep reaching on.

Because I won’t be there.

I’ll be gone,

with the wind……



~*~ Jill ~*~