Helping Her Move

Forever, in this case, lasted five weeks
I remember a lopsided smile on her face
Speaking the same words that she always speaks
Of how she had found at long last her place

I thought then, perhaps, and I still think it now
Not so much a thought that it wouldn’t last
But a wearisome thought considering how
Surprised she would be it unfolded so fast

It isn’t so much that she didn’t know
Her history, I think, must provide her some clue
The way that these things invariably go
The things that these men invariably do

She’s packing right now, as fast as she can
In boxes she’s saved from the last perfect man


About MishaBurnett

I am the author of "Catskinner's Book", a science fiction novel available on Amazon Kindle.
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