it is hard

it is hard 1.3.15
it is hard to be angry
with a man who calls
to say good night

it is hard not to love
a man who holds my hand
while i fall asleep

it is hard not to want
a man who wakes me
with his arms holding tight

when you are the man
i have called for in my
dreams all these years

Almost 9 months later he’s in California and she’s in New Mexico and it’s hard not to be angry that he found her so disposable. Luckily she’s got a lot to do and isn’t exactly sitting around pining away.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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