Poetry?
I
used to know you.
Didn’t
we love each other once
When
I was young?
You
used to call me from my bed
And
whisper sweet secrets
To
me all night long.
You
used to tease me with
Rhymes
and rhythms and innuendo.
You
used to make me sing
And
sob and laugh and I
Languished
in your embrace.
But
you weren’t enough.
I
abandoned you
For
a 9 to 5 career
And
a 24 – 7 marriage and
The
terrible twos and
Savage
sevens and the abysmal adolescents
Of
offspring.
I
never stopped loving you,
But
I was too shallow
To
hold the full of you.
And
now
The
career no longer enthralls.
The
marriage was parted by death.
The
child has become a man
And
now
You
call me again from bed.
I
am groggy and awkward
But
you are patient.
I
won’t love you as flippantly as before
I
had nothing with which
To
deepen your words.
No
flavor to spice your rhythm.
No
passion to flaunt your rhymes.
The
life I lived without you
Will
now ripen the fruit of my love.
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