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Rear View


Looking back,

My vision is so clear,

It always makes me wonder

How I missed it the first time.

When you

Changed your phone password;

Come home late;

Talked on phone past midnight;

Attended out of town ‘meetings’;

‘Worked’ all night at ‘office’…

I wondered if you were

Tired…

Frustrated…

Angry…

I wondered if the blame lay on me,

Until I saw…

I don’t blame you for deceiving me.

I deceived me.


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I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

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