Careworn

I know that I’ve been cowardly,

he is rightly agitating for a visit.

When he goes to meet her,

I shall be there. I was feeling

bedraggled and careworn,

but that has passed.

I have never experienced

the heartache that has beset

others. This has all felt out

of my emotional comfort-zone.

She would probably sneer

at my cosy suburban confession,

but I care for her. I know that

he is smitten too.

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