surrendered your car in the bank parking lot (you drove her all over in that car) what a strange word for letting go a life that stack of napkins you always kept like white flags now&… | By wrestlingwordblog on July 31, 2024 | surrendered your car in the bank parking lot (you drove her all over in that car) what a strange word for letting go a life that stack of napkins you always kept like white flags now (your nose never would stop running) "golden years my a__!" you made us laugh (still) you hung on so long carrying her across the battlefield like a wounded comrade your own heart bleeding you only gave up with "I love you" one last yielded benediction handed her over surrendered (This poem was written in response to the prompt, Picking up the Pieces, from dVerse) | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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