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Irony? The CAPTCHA for posting this poem was MRS.

Please, tell me, for you, it was not a total waste, Thirty two years of our souls entwining. Tell me there was warmth and joy you embraced. Like the love of our lives , our precious two, morphing four into one, without even trying. I wish I had their strength but I don't think I do. Tell me for a time, for at least a short moment that your heart beat for me and your smile was unerring, Tell me your words were a fervid investment not hollow discourse just meant to appease me, or placatory sentiments of habitual murmuring expressed without meaning, an embittered plea. Tell me, please, through our contrived, inane reasons you must have found cause, at least some simple thing that kept you next to me, for so many seasons, for the hope of renewal as the time slipped away, more than our passion and more than just clinging, until the feelings faded from fact to cliche. Tell me it's not true as we sit in this room without malice or greed, the judgement is final, dissolution of marriage, "Best of luck to you, with your divorce," he decreed. The words yet linger like the executioner's bell. Fourth floor, section B, room 2, where we were kept hostage, until we stepped through the door, as our past we expell. 11/26/2022

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Date: 12/6/2022 12:37:00 PM
Wow—this is such a heart-wrenching piece, James. It floored me. And the irony of the CAPTCHA—that is wild! I hope you are doing alright. This sounds like a very painful time to endure. Always, Laura
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James Inman
Date: 12/6/2022 3:12:00 PM
Thank you for your visit and kind comment.
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Date: 12/6/2022 3:11:00 PM
Hi Laura, like the flow of a seemingly endless stream we enter into emotional relationships when the water runs cool, clear and deep and all we can feel is how easily we can flow past the many rocks and stones that stand ready to impede our progress until one day our emotions change and the tears from the clouds stop falling and the great boulders permanently dam up the flow of the stream and we are only left with pools of mud that choke us when we try to drink it and that leaves a bitter taste in our mouths and clouds our mind, allowing us to see only the darkest parts of our relationship.