We mostly eat in silence,
After 50 years together
there’s really nothing
much left to say –
We disagree on
everything any way!
I look across from our rickety table
into her tired, forlorn eyes
and see years of struggle, hurt
resentment and complaints.
I look around our
rented, crummy apartment
full of worn-out books,
magazines, newspaper clippings,
paid bills and handout furniture –
Really not much to show
for a...
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