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there is a stranger laying in my bed

and the funny thing is I know his name

our lives were so utterly perfect

up until the day we wed

but now due to each of our own emotional infidelities

we will never be quite the same

love has spawned an innocent victim described as

plague

somehow through the trampled fences of my martyred mind

I have let indifference walk

with the steps it takes so tentative and vague

our suspicions of the other 's reaction won't release

us to freely talk

so we dance around ourselves as well as each other

for we can not seem to embrace the frightened friend

but merely brow beat the guilty lover

so comes a step closer

'The Eventual End'...............

(written June 4,1992 pm)