She was long and pale with red hair.
She was stupid beyond her years
and I optimistic beyond my experience.
She was beautiful,
With trauma I misinterpreted as depth.
She yielded beautifully and deeply though.
I liked that
She liked it too.
We had two kids.
Oh, how they clung to me in the long night of her leaving.
They inherited my depth
and her absence.
Best of both worlds.
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Here irony becomes humor and reality at the same time. All things happen for the best, at least that is what we tell ourselves it we want to remain happy. Well written my friend
Thank you.
\\\"Everything is getting better and better in the best of all possible worlds\\\" Voltaire after Leibniz I think.
Jeez, he never married a redhead!
It is said wed red and happiness has bled to a bed from which it fled. You are most welcome my friend
Well...she certainly fled the bed, left dirty sheets...and two kids 🙄
Have a good day. It's rainy here in Glasgow (surprise!) but I have coffee and bread and homemade jam, so a sweet day.
Still raining here as well we must be locked in a warp of space and weather
Jabberwocky, this one cuts deep. It starts almost casually, even cruelly funny, then the emotional weight arrives hard when the children enter the picture. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Powerful words Gary that show the sad and happy things in life.
Andy
That's me, sad and happy at the same time. More happy than sad these days though 😁
Thanks
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