Forgotten Woman

I wrote a poem called Other Woman last year. Chuck of The Reluctant Poet   suggested that there was a prequel and ending to the poem making it into a trilogy love story. Well here is the last part. And as always a wee bit dark.

Thought it would never get easier
that tears
falling
rain drops
of my soul bleeding
when a funny thing happened.
One day I realized…..
I no longer was waiting for the ding.
I no longer was agonizing
over no messages.
I realized the next
I no longer sought your face
in the line up of callers.
I realized the next
you face was not the one
called up as I masturbate.
Melancholic
sucked grey days
held them tight
bartering my heart
if only you were to write.
I look back.
I know that I was a fool
falling for a taken man
who never thought
he would re-fall in love
with the woman he married.
Yet you did.
Poof……
Like that
gone you were
from life
from day
from hour
striping me of warmth
shattering my love
with one well crushed lie.
I wished you the best
at end of year
all I want is your happiness.
I do.
(I also would like 
to cut off your head
for being too chicken to tell me.
Ooooopsss………
that part was not suppose to slip out.)
Go back to your wife.
Go back to your children.
My memories of you
buried deep
behind charcoal grave
a nugget of coal
hardened heart
dreams no more.
©June 8/20
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To all the Trolls I Loved Before (😂😂)

I wrote this in response to two trolling emails via my contact that I received. Does that mean I have made it? If I upset someone that much? Can you tell how funny I find this? 😂😂

Face contorted

spittle flying

rage
so ugly making
words
used to attack
to tear down
what is feared.
Sit before your screen
back lit by your fury
your terror
that voices rise up
words combined
sentences created
marring your version of reality.
Vindictive
your voice the only to matter…..
sense of narcissism in that
such as you accuse others of having.
Hide behind anonymity
believe your tirade will garner notice
when in reality
we just hit the delete button.
Consigning you
your vile words
to the eternal trash bin
of the internet
forever to float
untethered
unnoticed
unheard
shoulder shrug
while you sit stewing
waiting for the next one.
©January 30/20
Picture is my own.
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