But She Weighs More Than You Do
I pulled her onto my lap and she sobbed
But she weighs more than you do.
So?
Wasn’t it awkward?
No. It was just right.
But she is a grown woman.
And that matters how?
I don’t know.
It seems odd.
At the time it was the perfect thing to do.
Where is she now?
No idea, but I mentioned antidepressants.
Do you think it will work?
They have not kicked in yet.
How do you know?
They are for me.
She told me things I have to try to forget….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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