For 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney
My lifetime friend, I feel so odd. I'm not insured for acts of God. Everything, it seems, is lost or gone. I can't feel the ground I stand upon. Today, we oldsters sat down to look inside your yellow paged scrapbook. I saw a picture and letter there. I was frozen and could only stare. You, I'm sure, didn't want me to see the familiar face that gazed at me. Of course, it was my only wife, the only true love of my life. Love's sad lesson learned in one day, I'll see myself to the door, okay? I thought stories had two sides, you see, but triangles all have three.
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