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SNEAKY
 

Days pass, then months,
And the years soon disappear.
You take for granted many things
that, in your heart, you hold dear.

Things are done together.
It’s the most natural thing of all.
It happens like the seasons
from Spring right on into Fall.

A trip alone, un-thought of.
Not sharing one bed, almost crime.
Without giving conscious thought,
you become one with passing time.

Now, try to sleep alone,
your partner elsewhere for the night.
No matter how you toss and turn,
inside, something is not quite right.

You start to mention what you’ve seen
or speak of some thought you’ve had.
Without the other person there,
Who’s to know you’re sad or glad?

Days pass, then months,
And the years just slide away.
While mates share their days,
time can be sneaky that way.

cj

By The_Pip2

© 2019 The_Pip2 (All rights reserved)

 

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