Abashed
“Do you love me,
Like you do her?”
I ask abashed.
“It’s not the same,”
You say unconcerned.
“She’s different and you’re you”
I’m not sure
In the slightest
What that means.
Words: ©2019LCR
Image: CCO
Image: CCO
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Those words certainly do hit hard. One man's answer is another woman's reason to question herself. Love this Lori!
ReplyDeleteThanks Carrie. I agree. The answer just creates more questions.
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