Air Pressure

by | Feb 5, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments

It’s in the air;
An atmosphere
You can cut with a knife
Because of the tension
That clearly exists
Between husband and wife.
What started off
As married bliss
So long ago
Has come to this
And neither of them cares;
It’s there in the air.

Yet both of them know
That they’d never let go.

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