It rains continuously as I drive north along Marmion Avenue.
‘It's just a shack,' Julia had said. ‘Don't say you weren't warned.'
I turn the key and push the door inwards, leaving my bag
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The question which wears
On my devoted mind.
How can you be so kind?
My heart flutters
But my brain sputters.
This pain you produce,
Leaves me too many clues.
This could be love,
But I have to shove
Away these drunken hopes.
You cannot be my pope.
You cannot be my savior.
I must change this behavior,
For if I don't change,
I will become deranged.
It's time to move on
From this forbidden bond.