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 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 waiting for 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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