To have, to hold

Our marriage is more like a miscarriage I sparingly care to see. One I don’t think much of or care much for a bastard child in my mind that must learn to live on it’s on. To have, to hold….
Cherish and covet like or love it because I could have been cursed enough to have none of it. This is more of a game of crashing and burning paper planes. We should be human bowling balls rolling round knocking down pins. Recycled knowledge from ancient colleges enlighten the dark minds of tomorrow. To have, to hold…