He pushed
He pushed and pushed ‘til nothing’s left
No oxygen remained, no room for doubt
Strong as an oak but when he crashed
The noise was heard across the forest.
He couldn’t yield a single inch
She beseeched him without success
Until one day her patience snapped
She took not an inch but a country mile.
A shock but no surprise
To her friends and those who knew
‘Beware the anger of the patient woman’
As he strived to understand.
Concessions offered were discarded
‘Too little too late’ was all she said
As she fled to Cyprus with a friend
No fences then for him to mend.
In wanting all, he’s left with nothing
In denying all she’s taken everything
She won’t look back on sultry evenings
When the sun sets over the azure sea.
Glad to be freed at last from husband
And from conscience, floating gently
On the rise and fall of warm waters
Of the Levantine, peace at last.
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