The Irony

Irony must be life's dark comedy

A subtle yet painful reminder of things taken for granted

You search desperately for the man you once had

You long for his caring, nurturing, providing ways

You wait for his eyes to see you like they once did

You wonder if his hands will caress your skin like before

But you crave a man that lay slain at your own hand

Eye to eye with your creation the past now haunts you

Once again you see all your indiscretions but taste them for the first time

Does it hurt to know that life had the last laugh?

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