By Gala
Date: 4 November 2000
Wrong Again
Wake bolt upright
pans banging
muffled cursing.
HONEY??
(in a tone anything but sweet)
Where is--
didn't you---
we're out of...
And I don't even have to get out of bed
to have failed utterly.
You come up,
and have the list handy,
my shortcomings
and I look at you dry-eyed
my heart a rock in my breast
and wonder who you are.
Funny---you look a lot like the guy
who promised forever.
My mistake.
Wrong Again.
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