A Laughing Matter Poem by Ronel O'Reilly

A Laughing Matter



I remember
our endless
conversations.
How we would be civil to
each other
if our journey should ever
end.
It took you two months
two visits behind dirty
thick glass
you stopped
being civil.
Inner turmoil

A revelation
surviving in this hellhole
is by far worse than
you leaving me.
It's a laughing matter

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