A Possible Life

Darling,  it was a disaster.

That unbearable, dearest secret

has always been a disaster.

The hazard when we try to escape.

Hanging over and over afterward

what we should have done

instead of what we did.

But for those short times

we seemed to be alive. Misled,

misused, lied to and exploited,

condemned.  Still, through those

passing fights, we revised

our possible life. 

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