“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay” *
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She lived, but less well than she ever anticipated. Youthful hopes never seemed to prevail, not for her, but only and always so conveniently for others. It was his short tolerance that she always permitted, but only so much, and as such, it was almost always enough for both of them.
The hurt was physical, but even more so emotional, and he provided it so liberally, yet somehow just tolerable, and he provided just enough to not usually scar. He never really cared about it, or her. Not ever, not at all. Never in the way this woman ever needed. She was like a hobby to him.
And yet she needed so very little, only hope for any day at a time, and yet maybe another day, for somethinglike hope . And though she knew something how that those days would never fall to her as promises, or even stolen offerings, there was still someone to hold. Not precious, nor priceless, but at least there was someone other than him to consume her love.
And return it a thousandfold, as only a child can.
* Lennon, McCartney (Yesterday)
-dalton
6-16-26
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