Mr. And Mrs....

she asks him if he misses her
it's been a month
and there is no word

his hair is tangled
his eyes dry as a desert
his hands do not have the warmth of the sun

and he told her yes
she knows it is not true but she pretends
in the same manner
that he does

and so life goes on and on and on
and people believe them

what a happy couple!
oh, those happy days
those long, long, enduring years

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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