He's gone

I don't see him in my dreams anymore.  In his place is Catty.  Her lips aren't sewn shut, but she doesn't know how to talk to me anymore.  She doesn't even recognize me.

She looks helpless, confused.  In five years I have not focused so much on my family.  Do they need me now?

I can't go home now.  It's been too long and they can never forgive me.  Small towns have a big memory, as the saying goes.  Or maybe there is no saying.  It's true either way.

I'm getting bored at the library.  I might be looking for a new job soon.  If so, it might be a while until I post again.

Joseph

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