in your 30-year conspiracy of manners
he kissed your cheek in the mornings
and ignored your tears at dinner,
your life neatly arranged in boxes.
you should have been catalyst enough
to meet outside the script you both crafted
where everything became predictable
and those feelings in your heart,
thoughts in your head, your words
all belong to someone else;
the lines you wrote now so thick
you choke on them.
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
Your words are magic!
Jules, thank you.
Wonderful 🙂
x,
Becca
Thanks, Becca!
susan, you are a wonder. it seems your own heart is not the only one you are able to read. thanks for ‘knowing’
xo
r
Glad to, SFAM.
the examination of the heart! intense!
Thanks so much…trying to do it without causing too much bleeding!
strong and overflowing with empathy for the soul trapped in a hollow and hollowing relationship!
Thank you, Noel. Difficult to describe what happens here sometimes, and even more difficult to jar the routine and make it something true again.
Is this the fate of love?
I sincerely hope not.
This one carries a rather sharp edge, its reach, expansive.
Thanks, Nelle. Yes–love that falls into habit; habit we confuse for love; love that turns into indifference.
double faced! Its painful but ever so true! Terrific sweetheart !
Thanks, Deb–it is quite painful to watch…
powerful emotions
Yes. Thanks for commenting, C.