In Town
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In Town
My skin crawls.
I know he is here, near.
I can tell, and I want to yell.
But I do not.
I never will again.
I never wanted to then.
This is different.
Things are not,
the same.
You can not come to my house.
You can not invade my home.
This is my place.
Not yours.
It is my life, I have left you,
and all things that are of you.
This is now my family,
the ones you did not want,
the kids and I.
You are not
welcome…
I go to the market here.
I go to the bank.
I go to the library,
and even to church.
No one stops me.
No one tells me,
anything.
Go home.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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