By Jeri Thompson

Sometimes I feel sorry for you __
wondering if you are lonely
in your trailer, with your dog.
Once you said you prefer his company
to the human kind.

Maybe I was wrong,
you’re not tired of giving,
you’ve given too much already.
Gunner in Vietnam & not a “thanks” on your return.
A fiancé killed, a fall from
a bicycle, later a curdled marriage.

When I entered your life I expected
old wounds to heal.
Now the scars bleed again,
and I must tend to my own.

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