but a stranger

you know in your heart of hearts

were he but a stranger

we would simper in the knowledge of detachment

the sheer freedom to gawk and gawp and do no more

priding ourselves at cutting away from deplorable messes

….their loss not ours

but tied and tagged along

by blood, by age and yes by love

by gratefulness, by gratitude, and yes by admiration

by resentment, by anger, by disappointment and frustration

where every well-meaning change is met with an old dog’s protestation

i ask of a wisdom not forthcoming

i seek a love broken and forsaken

so that in my heart of hearts

i wish he were not a stranger

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