poem #19

Begin again
 
BEGIN AGAIN
 
“It isn’t what I wanted,” he said.
“It isn’t quite perfect,” he said.
“This life isn’t fair to me,” he said.
“I think I’ll quit it.”
 
“Did you leave a note?” she asked.
“Did you give two weeks?” she asked.
“Is it fair to them?” she asked.
But he had bit it.
 
– Dominique R. Scalia
 
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