…the suitcase lay open – One
I’ve made my decision.
No more will I pour my love down the sink, balance trays of breakfast to our bedroom, sit through endless soaps, smell the acrid acid from your vile cigarettes.
No more. Enough. Yet still the suitcase lay open…and empty. How come?
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These two connected pieces are . . .
Oh Lordy how that sounds an uncomfortable minor chord … how the past is instantly recalled by cleverly constructed words. I hasten to add my life is now in a more comfortable place 🙂