And still, we try…
Dinner, wine, snort,
and more wine…
Apple pie and ice cream
with wine…
Awkward conversation
mingles with the accusations
in each others eyes…
Neither one willing to speak
about the real problem…
Anger.
Guilt.
Hurt.
Guilt.
Those who are without sin
may cast the first stone…
We both stand on similar ground.
We both have every reason to feel angry.
Guilty,
and hurt.
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