and his bed – poem

write something
and put it out there

might be good
might be great

“It’ll be stolen!”

nah.

fear cripples

man walks alone at night
drunk
forgot about his kids for a while
he gets home
they’re still there
in their beds

They dreamt of him

His wife doesn’t
move
not even a sigh of relief

he feels for his bed
alone again

 

-M. Taggart

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