Olga, the Traveling Bra


Obviously, I’d let her down.
                     
But, how?



I'd always been up front  with her and never padded the truth.

                                 When?  

                                 I didn’t remember any recent falling out.  

                                 Did she think I was being too restrictive?  
    
                                 I could loosen up.  

                       Did I push too hard?

    Perhaps I was holding on too tight.

                                             Was I guilty of minimizing?

                                  Was this one of those mid-life crisis things?

                                 Or had we simply outgrown each other?      

                                  Maybe...I just wasn’t supportive enough.

Needless to say, little sleep to be found in that house that night.
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