Poetry Marathon Hour Eleven

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From A Differing Perspective

The argument that seemed so dire

to you was to me nothing 

more than Tuesday,

I tried to explain my view

only for you to turn the other way.

My words meant nothing,

you didn’t want to hear…

it was all about you…

much as it always was.

My tears fell unwarranted

to find that you did not care,

so my urge to argue was 

unimpeded by  the need to

head your feelings instead.

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