After
Your Sanity Returned
I
thought we had it made,
but
I didn’t know how skittish
sanity
can be.
When
you went off
and
let that other person replace you,
I
felt widowed--over and over again--
until
I realized that you’d come back
if
I’d just wait it out and treat the stranger
like
an annoying relative
who’d
come for a short stay.
Eventually
the visitor understood
he
was wearing out his welcome
and
you returned for good.
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