by Christine Hall Volkoff
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Avoiding the obvious...
I look at him watching the game.
When his team scores, he screams, he jumps…
I remember how we loved and kissed.
I showed him off, he showed me off.
We received compliments like roses at a parade,
Riding the float of wealthy banality.
Now, his hair is missing.
He is missing…Or is it me?
Oh goodie! It’s Happy Hour!