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Anymore
by Joe Cramershe told me that the moon
just doesn't look the same
anymore,
and the rain
washes away her sin
so she could just begin,
again.
I sat there
stunned
unable to say anything
or even to speak
anymore.
Our love had become
such a chore,
such a God-awful chore.
(If you believe in that kind of thing
anymore.)
She said that everything was just a joke
to her, so let's take another toke
on this Red
and watch the thoughts fly
out of our heads.
I watched, waited and listened
to what, I don't know,
I never know.
I just knew that instant
that I didn't care
anymore.
So much for the epiphany.
She turned mean, vindictive,
full of conviction to put me down,
to put me down
and then it started raining.
So I was alone again,
with the same person
that I never knew,
that I don't know
anymore. 07/25/2012 Author's Note: ... when love becomes a chore.....
Posted on 07/25/2012
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/25/12 at 11:42 PM I can so relate to this Joe. My wife retired recently so we are both home together every day. She is great but 10 years younger than I am and less willing to "relax". She can find many things for me to do but I still enjoy spending time on writing and reading and don't have the immedeacy she would like. We are adjusting but it isn't always easy. But at our age I doubt that either is going to run off. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 07/26/12 at 01:12 PM Time is the great despoiler of the stories we tell ourselves and each other about love. If only re-invention was effortless! a familiar gray tale knowingly and eloquently captured. TY, lk |
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