It is my choice
to stay and fight on,
though every cell says
I should be long gone.
It is my debt
I have chosen to pay,
and so I remain
day after day.
It is my love
that is never believed,
because how do obligations
come into being?
It is my responsibility
to be your husband,
which I strive to be,
unsuccessfully.
(c) Tortured Cyclone 2017
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