They were friends. We stayed friends even after. Just like lovers and husbands had always been in my life.
The new ones are just to take the sting away from this lonely marriage, and the feelings I have for a truck driver who can't see it.
He can't see how easy it is to love freely, deeply.
I am going weary of band aids, they don't heal, can leave a scare, and never go deep enough.
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