autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

Thanksgiving 2016

Twenty-seven miles we drove
Today, it may as well be Mars
It seems we war to find our love
Find it slowly, by reading scars

We’re like water and stone, dear;
The old insecurities still hold sway
Despite my own fumbling and fear,
I kept most of the monsters away

I fought the world for you,
For three decades of day to day
Sometimes, yes, I cut you too,
Accidentally, in the heat of the fray

But I could never try to hurt you
Cuts that you think I could
Think I’d rather let you go
Than have you truly think I would