i am learning to be without a man
a hard thing missed. but he is far
chose to go when his dog died. how
can i blame him in leaving. our only
love shot because of hurt and not in
fear as his neighbor pleads. Boo shot
dead. i would have paid for all the
damned palatable chickens. we laugh
now on how dumb our white dog was
but still tears pour. i do not blame him
for leaving. i do blame him for coming
back an inch at a time. go or stay but do
not vacillate: it is life lost for neither here
nor there can one live: it is not enough
to exist - at least it is not enough for me
still like you, man across the sea i cannot
escape
