Days without ice cream- 13 (though the temptation to get a magnum on the way home from masons was nearly impossible to overcome)
Voiceless
I ponder what it must be like
To talk to the same person
For one whole week.
To have a real conversation
With the same person
Every day
For a whole week.
To discuss more than work
Or the weather
Or what's on the box
Or the football ladder
With the same person
For one whole week
And to not remember what this is like
Is a concept as alien
As world peace
Something to strive for
Yet so elusive.
(Dream group has set off some pretty black crap - normal programming will resume shortly)
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