Momma didn’t tell me
How to balance on the tightrope of marriage.
Leaning one way, then another,
Struggling to stay on course,
An acrobat on the centerline.
Most of my life I have fallen
In and out of love with you.
Suddenly I am up here
Without a net
Wondering if I’ll survive
Or if we’ll survive.
I reach for you
And only touch air.
I am solitary on
This precarious wire.
I am afraid.
And lonely.
Will you
Catch me?
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