through thick and thin

lying on sweat soaked sheets

in the middle of the sweltering afternoon,

paralyzed by the fear

building on the inside,

as reality hits home

in places you never knew

existed;

it took 24 years of marriage

to finally realize

that you are in love

with your wife

and always have been,

in spite of so many attempts

to prove otherwise,

as these and other

inescapable truths stand laughing

along the sidelines;

there must be a plan

you try to tell yourself,

there must be a way

to get past this latest crises

which has been years

in the making,

now that the finish line

is so near,

yet so unbearably far;

wisdom lies buried

beneath the paperwork

and bullshit,

patiently awaiting a return

which is quite doubtful

considering just where

it has been,

and where it will go,

as you silently realize

it is the same old vision

that you fear the most

the voice ,

which calls you by its side

through thick and thin.

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