Unfulfilled

Women had become

The answer to his every

Question, the reason he

Got up each morning.

Each new face was the dashed hopes

Of him at twelve, or

The frustration of

Being passed over for a

Promotion. Cancer,

Unthinkable at

His age. But each new number

Put it out of his

Head. When they were his.

If only for the night, it

Was his every wish.

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