Love
only this
dinner together
most of the time
while we watch
the world stretch
through the
cracks of boredom
and we sift our problems
with the world's
to make our lives
appear perfect
or more stainless steel
and unmarred than most
when in reality
our lives together
are white-bread
garden-variety
dime a dozen
that's love
Copyright © Robyn Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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