Tag: a love poem

Love is not a Competitive Sport

He walks out the door to earn our daily bread, and somehow I’ve lost the pants he puts on every morning in the dark to walk the anxious dog. He stops to check our wine supply— it’s Valentine’s tonight— and I glance at the dry cleaning basket overflowing by the door, unkempt. He does so much for me I struggle to keep up. I know,...

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