You worry
She’s gone home to think
She’s asked for space
and, a chance to breathe
But, its been five weeks
Don’t panic
My friend
Let her have as long as it takes
At least she meets and greets you
when you go round to visit the kids
That means, the door isn’t completely shut
Its far easier to shut a door
than to keep it open
It’s clear
She’s kept the door
of communication with you,
open
So, take heart
I’m serious!
Now, just don’t go and loose it
Don’t behave like the clodhopper you sometimes are
When you encounter her
Don’t go on and on like a broken record
Demanding she return home - or anything like that
That’s the sure way to turn her off
Just, step back
Take it easy
Try to play your cards right
Give her the space and time she needs
And, above all, let her breathe
Don’t crowd her
It may take years
But, have patience
and, inshalla, one day - maybe, not right away
but, one day
you’ll win
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