Strange But True Poem by sarah hughes

Strange But True



Strange man laying in my bed-
Thank you for your attempt to comfort and your kind words you've said.

I mean no offense to you,
right now I just need my husband instead.

Strange man, you are beginning to prick a wound.
Please stop saying you are my husband!
I'm crescendoing, this is all too soon.

I cannot argue that you say you are my husband.
I can only offer my reasons you cannot be.

Strange man I assure you, you are not him.
He's a survivor, a fighter, a faithful family man.

As a matter of fact, in this very moment, I need him so very badly right now.
As a matter of fact, I hope I do offend you-
a coward, a liar claiming you're my husband,
how?

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