Two Sighs Unheard
after a long
hard day
that would
take forever
to describe,
my wife
said to me
in bed,
I wish we were at home.
Simple words
that said
it all
as well
as any poem.
Two sighs
unheard
in my
mother�s
world
a few feet
down the hall.
And then we were alone, adrift . . .
September 16, 2006
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