the old life - the new wife
Old cars, my 64 in fact, white, green leather interior with the personalized plate in the back.
The old wife is the one who let me run wild, did not hide the child inside and wasnt afraid of living, for today not tommorow..
The new wife she tries so hard to act mature and plans for the future. She is supposed to be the future not engrossed in planning it.
Dinners with friends, vacations on the cape, mortgage payments.
Somehow between then and now I have grown up, the friends I had the life I led, has all be erased.
The old car, the old wife have been replaced, what is left I dont recognize.
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