I Know From My Bed
By Michael Lee Johnson (Version 4)
(Photo available, originally from Tan Hinh Thuc)
Sometimes I feel
like a worn out old man
with clown facial wrinkles.
When I stare out my window
at the snow falling
near our bed,
my back to yours,
reflecting on my pain.
ignoring yours. I know
I isolate your love.
-2013-
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