words fly through the air like careless
mosquitoes looking victims to bite...
words slice through the air like a
knife through a summer watermelon...
we don't care what we say or
how we say it, nor do we care to
whom it has been spoken after many
years of a meaningless marriage...
time is on neither side as older we
both grow each year, looking at the
past as something we would both
like to forget one day... giving us
soomething for which to look forward
on the day we die... even thought we
die a little each day, living together...
we chat behind our backs hoping our
words are not heard even though
they are always meant as we have
very little to say that is positive and
we don't really care anymore if our
partner is expressing their hatred.
8 February 2023
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