Cara Mia

Of course, neither one of us wanted it to reach the point where we were tracking every little grievance—notching every round fired into the bedpost.

I did nothing short of revere you, once. Would it be better for us to depart now, before every last feeling is shredded?

Or is there still some way back? Would it be a good idea to try and find it and take it?
Or would it be best to let the seasons come and cover it over?

     


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        Conflict    Tom Schmucker