I started this notebook
thinking of you
I started it before
the last was through
The last still had ample space
for thought and word
But seemed to resist as though
all I'd say it'd heard
But I read these pages
and those in the last one
and the thoughts are just
the same in each one;
Different covers, larger...pages,
but filled from the same source
They are the same in any way
that matters and that's the score;
So with me, or him
you are you
no matter what you decide
and Wife,
with you, or me
I am me
No matter what you decide.
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