All Good Things Poem by Thomas Case

All Good Things

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You rolled across
my body and
soul,
working the
aches out of my
tired back.
This poem won't
behave.
The writing streak
is over.
I know that
all good things
must come to
an end.
The sidewalk
cracks,
the glasses break,
both bull and
matador die.
And when I lie down
at night
on the living
room couch,
the ten steps
to your bed and
your heart
seem like
a thousand miles away.

All Good Things
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Thomas Case

Thomas Case

Oxnard, California
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