He wraps me up

in HIS love. 

But my love is not right. 

Not enough he says. 

There's a lock on the outside of the door now. 

Too much, too much,


Hit the road Jack!

He's out the door 

and I don't miss him.

The young girl pushes the screen bent 

and jumps out the window.

I wince in preparation for her crumpled body. 

But she's a cat 

and lands soft. 

Her eyes find mine. 

Are mine.

(but so were his) 

Now she's off!

After her dreams. 

It takes till seven to lament on these happenings.

I'm plugging in baby!

Ready for my re-up. 

self love

◄ little boys in little girl sweaters

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