Why is it I
can’t? You leave it
alone, but I
know I can’t. It’s
the OCD in me
to rearrange everything. I
have sorted the sordid
big details of when. We
got together
by an ascending order
then. I
ruined it with a “Why?”
and “Ever since...” We
descended
numerically
back to one, and I
am still flipping
through the why’s.
2 comments:
Francis,
Well a bit of an upset, with yourself. All the whys, I's and you's.
Francis, YOU must assert control!!!
Don't ask me WHY.....
Fantastic word play, self-inflicted....
Eileen :)
Hi Eileen,
Yes, all my troubles are self-inflicted, but at least I know who to blame that way :).
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