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Ironing board folded
Against the wall,
Tears slip too easily
Down my face.
Plants in the window.
It just goes on and on
The daily grind of a "relationship"
Grinding
Roughly
Once love, companionship, kinship
Now what?
Hurt upon hurt
Anger, frustration
Spaces
Where there should be touch.
The bin fills up with snot spent tissues
The bed only for sleep
and arguments