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A Long Marriage

I could lose the weight and take on those good habits. I might even make that aspirational salary at long last. But you still won’t touch me like when we began.

It won’t even occur to you that I still feel the spark, the lust. Despite the years and recriminations, I still yearn for your touch.

I’m not naïve, just a bit more romantic than I ever let on. It keeps the hope alive and is also the reason why I’m hurt over and over when we choose sleep and silence over love.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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