she tells me about her new
fellow.
he's tall.
he's smart and funny.
he's a widower
with three kids,
some at home, some
on their own.
but i can tell she's
hesitant.
there's something wrong,
some
undefinable thing
she can't put her finger on.
is it too early?
i tell her to
let it go where it's
supposed to go,
and no further.
and when it ends i'll
be here
with a shoulder to cry on.
again.
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