I Quit
Candied dreams
are white flags
without respect
to this depletion
of anticipation.
Commas are no longer
Periods as I enter
this complication.
Taking it for granted
Is indeed a certainty.
With red wine in my
hand, counting this as a
Loss I am ready for
Transition.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2011
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