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Palpable Relief 
 
Fateful words you uttered, 
almost palpable my relief. 
Your shocked silence, 
echoing my own 
 
Gradual deterioration of respect 
for years we compromised ourselves. 
The honesty between us 
lost in denial 
 
Critizism builds no one! 
Yet we tried. 
The price for accepting each other 
too high! 
 
Tired, disillusioned, naked and raw. 
We have a choice. 
The differences between us 
the final straw. 
 
You said you’ll prefer 
to walk the rest of your life alone. 
Freedom bubbling secretly 
while I digest the shock. 
 
 
 
Lanie – July 2006