Sharing
A Pillow Till
Divorced
That
painful word
Dozens
of tiny needles
Toying
with my spine
Sparring
with my will
Reawakening
What
once was
Youthful
and innocent
Fantasy
wedding
Sharing
a pillow till
My
father walking me down the aisle
My
man standing tall
As
if on a horse
Prepared
to be
My
man forever
Now gone
Kids
play talk laugh
Text
messaging hearts
Papers
from lawyer
In
the kitchen first
Now
trash
I
feel like trash
That
painful word
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