this scar. oh you don't want to know
about that
one.
it's an old
wound.
very old.
took a long time to heal.
years, in fact,
but
it did.
now show me yours,
and be
honest, nothing surprises
me anymore.
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- it has nothing to do with luck
- we had some laughs
- the beautiful child
- that's a good thing
- treading water
- i fell asleep on the train
- sleepy time yo
- get the hell off my lawn
- is it real love?
- leaking toilets
- alfredo sauce
- and then there are other days
- quit nagging me
- you get three wishes
- we want it now
- purpose and passion
- let's pretend
- the amusement park ride
- the barren field
- let not a minute waste
- we can still be friends, can't we?
- the neighborhood network
- no direction home
- by george i think i've got it
- best of friends
- ready for the show
- her empty plates
- the complaint department
- handle with care
- sunshine and oranges
- finding a new path
- stirring the fire
- i don't expect an answer
- when i see snow
- the absence and quiet
- the curl of her toes
- i can't eat another bite
- shame it had to end
- a shiny new pan to bake on
- a new best friend
- remember the time...
- we won't be waiting long
- leave it alone
- the dark and the light
- i can't be your friend anymore
- pinching pennies
- it's not too cold out
- when dogs run free
- don't wait for me
- a cup with a hole
- the palm reading
- sharing the wealth
- start here
- your best image
- it's early, i know, but kiss me
- time to head home
- the flower
- at the end
- as the day dies
- i can't remember not knowing you
- the blackbirds
- what they will become
- when Ingrid calls
- the holiday stretch pants
- the new room mate
- not really friends
- so off i go
- in just a blink
- more, please
- the black horse
- a house of noise
- return to sender
- adjusting
- the first thanksgiving
- party time
- just her tree
- Poem 3
- there is crying, of course
- he'll have to do
- the white page
- she's yours now
- you sit in a chair
- the missed calls
- xmas prep
- the black stapler
- don't ghost me
- and then it starts to rain
- don't let the door slam
- red white and very blue
- five hail marys
- apple martinis in bed
- rinse and repeat
- firing my doctor
- you can't
- to the bitter end
- the senior book club
- the cosmic dots
- off my trolley
- i'll drink to that my dear
- the long ride to the city
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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