Next
to You
Reclining
next to you
at
the end of the day,
after
an evening lounging
on
the deck in the early summer sun,
cooking
dinner together
and
a walk along the edge of the bay
with
the dogs leading us,
I find
myself comparing this life
with
the tortured one my father lived.
He
was unlucky.
He
didn’t have you by his side.
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