poem to an x-husband on his birthday

Lovers are innocent... we always think it will last forever...and in a way it does....doesn't it? Thanks Judy. Hugs right back at ya! ~ Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

Thank you all for reading. I sent him the poem, talked to him via Skype. He said "you love me". Well, kinda of. lol. ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

Funny thing, perhaps because I have lived long enough, I seem to remember the good times more than the bad. I suppose that's why I stayed with him as long as I did too, which wasn't necessarily the best thing. But who knows a different future than the one we lived? ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

I read my daughter the poem this morning. She and her father are on the outs since he chose to return to Peru (and other land-standing issues). Anyhow she said (after I read the title): poem to an x husband on his birthday fuck you. the end. ~A ROFLMAO, Chip off the old block, eh? Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar