Shadowboxing
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I never hit her, although once she took a swing at me.
I put my arms up, and she bruised herself on one more bony than she.
I never left her, until the day that she left me.
I had patience. The kind that lasts a lifetime. Till there was no more we.
I never loved her, but I thought so when I was too young to see.
Only blinded till I wasn’t any longer. It was just stupidity.
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Tags: Bill Friday, bruises, Friday On Friday, love, patience, poetry, shadowboxing, stupidity
Concise, laden; short but not actually sweet. Much said in few words.
Thank you Larry.
It’s such a heartbreaking topic, written in such a lyrical way that I end up feeling really hopeful.
Thank you Anya. Eventually (and in this case, yes), there’s always hope.