Splitting the Unhappy Atom
You go to bed unhappy,
in a separate room I also am unhappy.
Neither of us know why.
We worry too much
about each other's unhappiness.
Maybe we should talk less,
unhappiness always starts as a word
in our heads.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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