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Exes, again

Your terrifying childhood,
with young decisions gone awry,
shelter was not always a home

With insecurity to spare,
the best you could do
I struggled to forgive
Sometimes we could see each other,
but mostly we could not

In between the absent days,
when you were here
but in some other place,
love may have been there
but I had to guess most of the time

and I was terrible at it

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
Practiced my guessing skills for a loooong time, until I no longer needed to - thank you serendipity!
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Content level: 
Not Explicit Content


I know how you feel. It's not easy to tip-toe around another person's emotions and in trying not to expose the raw nerves,
we may inadvertently get it wrong by guessing. A somber piece, giving hints of self-flagellation, for not fully understanding
a partner's moods. I think the title is fine. The pacing rolls on smoothly and a familiar theme that flows smoothly from beginning to end. ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

No doubt, this piece of yours addresses that "ex' thing well. Love the last line. the poem works well as far as I'm concerned. it took me to a place where I leave that box closed.

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Good title, brevity is best, this is relatable to me, experience with an ex

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