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ever after

ever after
she held onto that image
or to something
I barely understood
but felt I had somehow
created

ever after
she invented me
and I stumbled
not knowing
the part

when I broke away
the ever after
continued
treadmilling
somewhere inside me
I could feel it
squeak

even so
I went on
creating other lives
more squeaks
side by side

from Where we live — Bill Eberle

2005     © 2012, Bill Eberle