Every Story Runs Itself Back
Every story runs itself back to her.
If I use the word gray, she is thinking of buying a gray car.
If I say “spot” she has one on the rug that is annoying her.
No matter what the conversation is, she takes the verbal football
And runs with it across the field, running every story back to her.
Many have turned their backs.
I stay for her stories.
Knowing she does not have that many left.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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