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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Banal Acquisition

Once upon a time
the way all fairy tales start
prince comes
princess goes
flamboyant man
simpering woman
they deserve one another.
Sit through
another grotesque dinner
japes made
feelings shredded
believing
this is reality
chin on hand
glaring over wine cup
sneering
omg
this is the best of them?
Have you heard
how I will save
the country
the economy
everything
god
worship at my feet
marry me
no one else can beat.
Have you 
never seen
curled lip
derision at words
falling
disgust laced
too stupid to realize.
Parade
a’fore me
measure of men
jesters
jackasses
so sick am I
of
strength of stupidity
let them rule
crowed at me.
Shake my head
must make a choice
damn tedious
listening to all the boasting
savior naught
sycophants lie
too bad
you cannot see that.
©May 24/20
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