a note

no terms of endearment,

not for this note.

just broken sentences,

on a damp sheet of paper.

scribbled furiously,

denting the parchment.

the occasional pause,

in re-thinking ink blots.

and the final flourish,

of an unfinished emotion.

wifey spilled water,

on the grocery list.

 

 

 

 

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