No Return

I was sometimes quite amusing

Was the only praise she said

For eight years worth of sharing

The same old double bed

For all I gave of loving

That’s scant love to be fed

Perhaps she’ll be forthcoming

After I am dead.


  • PhilPoet

    Really like the form of this poem, it so suits the message. Crisp, honest, . simple and succinct.
    What else is there to say!
    Hope despite this, you're well.

  • Goldfinch60

    Emotive write Jabberwocky.

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