This is good. The way you opened it and then drove your message home. Nice xoxo

Thanks Fia….some days for whatever strange reason seem more difficult than others but you learn over time that it will pass…..I’m good by the way.💋

LOL great ending, Peter. There’s definitely a lesson in this and you detail it perfectly. Thanks for reminding us each day, and each deed counts.

This is such a solid message. And that ending…fantastic landing!

Thanks Mary……you’re on my heroes list.
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The number of times I wake up in the morning and complain about how I don’t want to do whatever thing it is I have to do that day. This reminded me so much of that. It’s all about the choices we make every day, at least to control the things we can control.
And the twist at the end… really wraps it up in an interesting way.

hi dearest Benny enjoy your swim let the rest go stay in the moment great write 💕

A great write, for a rhyming one at that. I actually left work early to rush home and complete a poem that I was scrapping together at work. And then I went to the (community) pool! A productive day, lol.
Your write is well stocked with reflection and insight. I enjoyed it very much.

I really enjoyed reading this.
The first verse was immense.
Kind regards
James

Tremendous work, my friend.

Thanks Mary for the comment.

It was as my old tshirt said

” Just another shitty day in paradise ”

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You made me tear up! I don’t know if I could be that brave. I just finished chemo myself. Breast cancer caught early. Lumpectomy. Radiation. That’s why I stopped writing at DUP the last couple months it was there. Just wrote for the first time a week ago and came here. I also fell in love for awhile. Nice guy. Great dog. Held me and went through stuff with me. I couldn’t take the “Are you ok?” even one more time. He was comfortable to be with. A week after my last chemo we stayed at his friend’s cottage. I realized that I was the only thing he had in life. And he focused it on me. I couldn’t be all that. He needs more than just existing. He had 4 good years in the 1990’s but the rest of his life has been being numb. His relationships were all female dominated. His mother and his ex-wife pushing him around. Even his sister who openly hates him. I hated to hurt him but he needs more. I need more. As nice as he was and is – it wasn’t enough for either of us. If my time is limited, I need more than hugs, a smile and “please pass the canned beans”. Writing this comment 2 days after the breakup has inspired a new poem. If I have energy, maybe a post for tomorrow. I did my three today.

Thanks Paula for your thoughtful comment.Im no expert in affairs of the heart but my experience in a long term relationship is that space is necessary.
If someone loves you ‘because they need you’….it ain’t love.
You’ve done the best thing for both of you