Sitting alone in the dark--and waiting.
Will she understand when I tell her...
when I try to explain?
Probably she will, for she knows
my weaknesses and my foibles.
That won't make it easier to admit to,
though, as I have been forced to do
so many times before.
I hear her car in the driveway now.
She'll open the door in the dark
and know something's wrong...again.
She enters, and tentatively asks,
"Honey, what's wrong. Why are you
sitting alone in the dark like this?"
KNowing that the sooner I admit my
failings the better, I steel myself for
the moment of truth and say,
"Do you know where in the hell I put the fuses?"

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