HER cloths occupying most of the closet. <br />Draws crammed with make-up; panty hose <br />forever hanging up on the bathroom curtain <br />rod and piles of unread womens magazines. <br /> <br />HIS socks and underwear strewn on the floor. <br />The unwashed bathtub and the mess he leaves <br />where ever he goes, like an animal making <br />his territory. <br /> <br />Yes, to each mate these are objects of <br />annoyance. That is until one has died. <br />Then...and then, they all become <br />objects of endearment. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annoyances/
