Hell poems!!

who is better, Babe, you or I?

looking at our lives, our accomplishments,

our mutual growth. . .

some of it surface, much of it masks

you had quite the head start,

walk away, turn away,


and gone

here but not,

absent yet always present

turbulent waters we have traversed,

as I cause most of the splashing

In our eyes we may one day see

Remnant of that lifetime past

when we slid into the same lane together

when we locked onto that track leading. . . .


I refuse to believe that I have made mistakes

I am what I am

full of love and generosity of spirit

never lost this, never hid

. . .and I wonder why I never pursued acting. . .

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