Posted in Prose, Relationships

One Pair of Slippers

One too many for me


I for one, only


one pair,

not even my own, because

She insisted on her own pair

to keep my pair,



I wish, my pair, which is hers

and her pair, which is mine,

would run off together…


Leaving us alone once again….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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