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WINTER STING

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Poetry



After D's wife suspected he was having an affair he regretfully told me that he could no longer see me. I did not expect to hear from him again, but I did .... the occasional phone call or banal one sentence text, 'how are you?' I needed him to go away so I could begin my recovery, but he wouldn't. He was always there lingering in the background, leaving me wondering if or when he would be in contact again.


Submitted:Jan 18, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Pull my pillow under chin

You were like my second skin

Now that skin has worn thin

Rightly you returned to kin

You were more than just a whim

My reason for wanting to begin

Approving of my every sin

But in the end I couldn't win

You my summer, autumn; spring

You to me my everything

But winter delivered sharp sting

Ending our delicious fling

And who knows what next year will bring

Nothing or perhaps something

Whether I'll hear familiar ring

That tugs at fragile heart string





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