brushes
the child's hair in the mirror,
and the dog is walked,
the dishes done.
the doors closed
and locked,
the man sits in his chair
and ponders
a different world,
not this one.
it's his secret. his own
life beyond what is knoen.
she'll never know.
he'll never tell her about
the one he truly loved,
life will go one.
and so it goes.
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