Tires-Theme Friday

He tires easily these days.

But sleep is a tangle of the past and waking moments a fog of routine.

Mornings in the park with the pigeons

Afternoons playing pinocle at the senior center

Evenings inundated by nightly news and game shows

Nights….waking and listening for her footsteps.

Lost he is without her.

“You weren’t supposed to leave me,” he mumbles from his heart.

“Til death do us part,” her spirit whispers. Or was it just a breeze?

And the band plays on.

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Christine’s tires roll

And Clancy Jane’s tires go round and round

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