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Cut melon on the table in a plastic bowl.
Centerpiece askew, the keys have been moved.
I know you were here, I see the dirty pot.
The dinner was delicious, the kitchen’s still a mess.
A dishwasher full from the time we spent last week.
No holiday or birthday, not dependent on the weather.
Just some time together trying to make things better.

Time apart is good, much improvement over yelling.
I look forward to your visit, yet delight in your departure.
Finding time to walk, of course forcing time to talk.
Reminisce about the past, then pretend to have a plan
about tomorrow. Who knows where this will go.
Who bought the ticket to this show so boring and unexciting.
The director is lacking in purpose and direction.

Only God knows what is ahead, only God can offer light.
One foot in and one foot out, we each seek some delight.
At work or at home, to each we have our own.
Time will pass then all will right, assuming we follow the path.
So I put away the shoes, you straightened out the bed,
I linger in the kitchen feeling very well quite fed.
The sun is away, so too your’re on your way
to feed the cats you left behind. The centerpiece aligned.
Thank God for what is sent, and for what he takes away.

BethAnne 04/2019