Apres

Funny thing, how
After the beer
And the dinner
(With the pork chops
And the salad,
The pierogies
And the beans)
And the wine;
And after dancing
To silly music,
The three of us
In the tiny dining room;
And after sitting
Under the
Nearly full moon,
This first warm
Spring evening;
Funny thing, how
After all of that
I go home
And I'm alone;
And you two
Together,
For so many years
Are still together
And sometimes straining,
Too full of togetherness;
And I, at home,
Lie alone
Full of emptiness.



Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2017-04-11 at 15:01

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
End of day, left alone
left with the memory's
to sustain us during the night
Ken
2017-04-11