Old friends…

Red wine & smoking,

a mellow night with my friend.

Memory lane stalking,

with a Mary-Jane blend.

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On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Love and War…

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Threats are made.

Promises broken.

In the heat of the moment,

cruel words are spoken.

Tears are shed,

The anger is loud.

It’s time to make up,

but we’re both too proud.

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The little things…

It was nice to catch up with some friends.

Dinner and beers.

A few games of darts.

It was nice when the last one left.

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Curling up in bed with my Jem.

It’s nice.

 

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Monday (hindsight)

Shit.

Procrastination.

Nothing to show.

A house half vaccummed,

half the grass had a mow.

Resented by my teenager,

contempt is coming from my man.

I need to shake my focus,

and have faith in who I am.

 

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