Poem in Two Voices
Between My Husband and Me This Morning
Me: Good morning, honey! How did you sleep?
Him:
Me: You’re awfully quiet.
Him:
Me: Not even a peep?
Him:
Me: Oh, that’s right. It’s not fair.
I’m talking to you, and you’re not there.
Him:
Me: I’ll have to store up everything to say
Until we talk at the end of your day.
Him:
Me: It isn’t the same to talk on the phone.
I’d much rather talk to you at home.
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