I believe I bobbled
several passes
passed along at parties,
probably,
but, hell -
the things we do
for love
or for some semblance,
for the chance
to feel something
(anything).
How alone is desolate,
is the sound of one more man
pretending to be skewered
when one more woman
turns him away -
but, finally,
after too many years,
feeling just a little relieved?
I believe that I became
(along the line)
more able to believe -
I know your skin
will trust me,
as I know
tomorrow is a promise
we must ever keep.


A perfect ending. A perfect HAPPY ending. Beautifully done, Scribe. Good luck in Nicole & Rob's contest, my Friend.
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