“Thirty days and counting,” he says to himself, aloud. “Thirty days for better (or worse). “It’s the uncertainty that’s intolerable. “Can I put the whole thing in reverse?” He’s panicking again, his nerves are really terse. He’s not being rational, Since she’s angelic and sharp, And unwaveringly loyal. “Can I really do this?” he says [...]
Thirty Days: A Poem of (what else?) Love
June 3rd, 2006 · 2 Comments
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