Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Writing Prompt# 21- I Was His But He Wasn’t Mine
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There was a house in field
and in this field
the Sun was always shining and the air was always fresh and cool and the birds sang
and the Bees buzzed happily from flower to flower.
The house in the field was empty
and the floors were dusty
and a family of mice lived in the kitchen drawer
on a soft bed made of a picture
of a woman and a man
glaring into the camera
from their wedding day
a hundred years ago.
In angry script on the back it had once said,
” I could have done better, but I settled for her “
An epitaph for a life
entombed in a field
where nobody ever laughed
and nobody ever loved
and nobody ever really lived
a hundred years ago.