I was walking the dog under the catwalk
it was then I decided something
needed to change
after all I had whiskey and something
sour in that place I once took for granted
how dare I succumb to the status quo
after all I’ve been through
how could someone like me put up with
the mundane and the ordinary
when everyone else damn well knows
there are skies to touch
and happily-ever-afters to uncover
every time I walk your dog
I repeat out loud those poetic verses
found only inside
my suddenly missing manuscript
june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This is one of your best, I think. Who knows what you’re actually talking about, buy I’m imagining it being about a married couple — one standing up for his rights to an exciting life, the other hiding his writing because that’s what she blames his desire on. 🙂
glad you enjoyed this one and thank you so very much
😀
thank you bonny blogger
The lost manuscript… I think I know that sensation.
oh those lost words!