Poetry · Writing

Light Bulbs and Glitter

He pulled me aside

asked if I was married.

I did everything in my power to keep a straight face, and told him no.

He looked over to his wife and whispered to her across the room-

I wouldn’t be alive without that women. She winked at him-

sparkles under the light

(how did she know) like they were linked

physically was only a check mark

to their transcripts.

You got a girl like that, son?

I smiled and paused. One day, right?

The breath of the warrior staggered to thee pause.

Wisdom shared through years

of visual cues

and challenges of passion

life challenged.

The veteran finished his drink and walked out with his wife

a trail followed them out

little light bulbs and glitter.

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