I Am the Other Man and I Know It
She keeps my contact as "Pharmacy." Her husband has allergies. I have guilt and Thursdays.
I'm not confused. I'm not her savior.
I'm the man who meets her when his travel starts and leaves before his flight lands.
She calls me pharmacy. I answer like medicine with side effects.
The other man doesn't get holidays. He gets honesty sometimes, and that's supposed to be enough.
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