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Hurt Held Your Pillow
Inspired by SAW, JR
Last night, I slept again with anger.
This morn, my hurt held your pillow.
Gone, have you trip-sobered a thought for me,
or our heart’s cracked carousel,
poorly operated?
I never prepared to wed drink addiction
or create a home where deceit married fear.
Layers, upon sad stares grow walls of distance
as I daily wonder just which end is near.
I felt I saw us.
Infatuation blind eyes
Drowned in your brown eyes.
No alcohol antenna.
Attraction saw less than felt.
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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