“The Harvest” / Memorable Fancies #3249

[“Her lovers waste away, for she lives on their life.” – Yeats]

I know I’m being sucked dry in our emotional scenes and I can’t quite do the next one even as I try, but she knows I’m gradually failing, our promise of everlasting tension, fighting, glaring, making up but there is a marginal loss each time … and we have to try harder each time …

When I am finally husk another will be sought. And then he, too …

> “books Terence Kuch” on Google or Amazon will lead you to more writing from a naturally curly mind. <<

Love Pieces cover

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