ice cold
glass of water thrown
into my face,
when she says to me,
my goal is to get
married again.
she doesn't know
about my blood oath
to never again
say the vows or
wear a wedding ring.
i quicky change
the subject and pour
her another glass
of wine.
it's early in the evening.
maybe, just maybe
i can change her mind.
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