The perfect ending.. clMargerate poem
Sunday morning sees me
considering and contemplating,
can this be our new normal
or is it still an aberration
will life ever return
to what we had
or
are we just wasting time
on what was
and never will be
again?
if so,
I want to start over
and eat the ice cream
making love more often
not sweating the small stuff
sharing my time
only with those I love
then turning into a butterfly
I’ll fly into the windshield
of a shiny red Porche convertible
preferably
in Hawaii
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the perfect ending