By Cassandra Fonseca
A screen door opens wide
When words are spoken,
And nerves are put aside.
Feelings are awoken.
Time spent together was treasured.
What was fun and was seen as won,
Now is being measured.
As years pass on and on
It's so hard to appease,
And now so out of practice
Which once, was met with ease
A conversation like cactus.
Through tinted glasses,
A married couple damned.
No wind passes,
A screen door slams.
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