The night before Marline arrived,
the house was still, and creaking
My tired heart, from years of loneliness
Felt like screaming or shrieking
Everything has been cleaned with care
In hopes that she wouldn’t have to clean once she got there.
Okay, I’m too tired to write the rest of this poem. It was a cool idea, though.
Written in a blog entry the night before my then-fianceé moved to Oklahoma to become my wife.
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