7/30/11

Space
By Wendy L. Schmidt


Space.

We always fought,
Over territorial rights.
Sock drawer dramas,
Closet space spats,

Don’t leave your dirty undies,
On my clean floor,
Why is the freaking remote,
Under the couch,

Small annoyances,
Silly arguments,
Seemingly harmless,

But the last time,
I asked for some space,
You left me,

Now that everything is in,
It’s proper place,
What I wouldn’t give,
For one misplaced sock.


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