The smiles seemed sincere
as I drove away.
No watery eyes, except mine.
And when I call at night
there's laughter,
as if it's served for dinner -
not the somber meatloaf
and silence I remember.
That's when it hits.
I knew they'd survive,
but I never thought they'd thrive.
It's like when I learned
my favorite song -
the one we danced to at our wedding -
is really about masturbation.
I never knew it was that kind of love song.
But still -
I never wondered what else I got wrong.
Titmouse Beak, President of Pungent Sound Community Bank
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
The sound of eyes opening is deafening. Especially close close by.
Gwen.
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Thanks, Gwen.
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Great work, President Beak. Heartbreaking! Love the title and it’s metaphor in second line. Brilliant!
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Hey, thanks, Bart, I appreciate it.
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Dear Mr. Beak, I never realized how much you got wrong. But I also underestimated your sense of humor even if you are unaware of it!
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Haha. Thanks, Geoff.
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Oh dear – what a heartfelt poem. You can only laugh wryly at your younger self!
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Thanks, Sue.
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Bittersweet, when we realize how what a deeply wrong fit we chose for ourself, again and again. And that they can be quite happy without us. Ouch.
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