It’s not like it was before.
Now it’s tenderness and empathy
after sex I know I won’t return to.
No longer is it larrikin.
It was almost ferocious. It was mountains
and the fog was light in the morning.
But the heart just has no place for her.
I’ll not be laughing about it
with my boys.
I won’t be proud at her expense.
There hasn’t been a win,
I’ll text her. I’ll wish her well for the week.
I’ll share that link. She’s me
in female form.
She’s trying her best.
So am I. I hope she feels that.
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