Wednesday 7 March 2012: Acting
It's after midnight.
She's still up.
She's sitting at the kitchen table.
He looks at the fixed smile.
The sunken eyes.
Not a hair out of place.
He sits down.
The sunken eyes.
The fixed smile.
He feels bad.
He reaches across the table.
Takes her hand.
"I don't know how
you put up with it,"
he says.
"I really don't."
I'm still here
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