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Retirement

September 5, 2014
By evamullz BRONZE, Redding, Connecticut
evamullz BRONZE, Redding, Connecticut
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Your love is making me old.

Your kisses shorten my breaths.

Your hands shape my back into a hunch.

Your absence digs lines into my forehead.

Your words make me clutch my pearls

Like a fifties movie star.

But I’m no star.

I’m just a button on the remote

That lives in your hands,

That is controlled by your whim and will,

And your gaze pushes my fast-forward button.

I’m stuck aging

In a world

Where you are not changing.



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