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coconut
by Emily Davidsoni used to smell like the tropics
so he'd call me coconut;
never did i hear the end
of how much he loved that scent
i always thought
that his love lingered
after all these years
and it was really up to me
to choose to reconcile
then last night he
was feeling honest
and i asked him
why some things were
the way they were
and he admits
that maybe
the whole time
he
never
loved me
at all
"i still love the smell of coconuts, though,"
he says and smiles. 06/01/2008 Author's Note: stunning thing to find out two years after a relationship is over.
Posted on 06/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Matley on 06/02/08 at 08:34 PM what can I say about my male race! But your wry humour works well and for my money the perfume enhances but should not pervade. When I recall past amours it is not the trappings of the relationship I recxall...if it were we never would have broken hearts....thanks for the poem...enjoyed it so much that I have a strong yearning for coconut cream pie for desert.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/04/08 at 01:25 AM Poignant but rational look at the unraveling of a relationship that was evidently very onesided. |
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