Saturday, April 26, 2014



by and by

she just got fed up,

overfilled, let it spill –     

 she was mired, tired

of waiting for him

to step up, show up, grow up;

he’d poured so many

years into beers

her love had lapsed.

so she (unendurably riled)

over him (routinely reviled)

finally threw in the towel

and filed.


ALSO Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge:  Day 25 – A last straw poem:


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