Why must I keep a thousand coals burning-
Yet stand hundreds of miles from the fire?
Hoping to somehow keep this cold heart warm…
One day I think I’ll pull a chair up to the fire -
And watch as all the pretty ladies flicker to nothing -
One by one…
Until one will glow -
And my whole life will have finally begun.
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I have old ghosts to keep me company when I question the hope of a wife - so many could fit the bill, but so many fall short. I wrote this in response to the girls from high school that read my resume before reading my heart, and seek to hold me down should I ever choose Alabaster, Alabama as a final resting place...
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