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Your husband doesn't like me
With good reason
I hate him
and
He sees how much you love me

We could go on for years like this and
I am sure we will

When he comes out of the closet
Or, for that matter,
When you do
I will be here

Picking up the pieces that were barely held together in the first place

To love you
And nurture you
To give you strength
And to do those things I already do

How many years will you waste?
10, 20... more?

Even if it is a whole life wasted
I will still accept you

Sometimes it takes that long
to find a place to call home