The choice, in the bedroom

he found her that way,
in the bedroom with his best friend.
his loaded glock in his right hand
his anger in his left.

the choice, now to make.
it would change the world.
how long does one count
to ones self
before changing the world ...

years later , the children
did he love her still.

together and apart,
they burned through them all,
one luver after another.
now together, again they are.
he in one bedroom, she in another.

wipped puppy, she was.
luved her still, did he?
yet to leave her he must,
to go on she will.

but the children
this between them,
the choice
to luv them still,
this then to make,
this then to share.

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