my father
sits next to his new girl friend
on the couch,
close,
holding her hand.
he's ninety one
she's eighty three.
he's got the love bug.
you can see it in his eyes.
I cringe.
who hasn't been there,
but what can you do.
it has to play out.
for better or worse.
I have no advice to give
him, but be careful.
the heart is a tender
place
at every age
and can be easily
be ripped apart.
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