Congratulations, you. by Angie JenkinsCongratulations, you.
It’s interesting to see how I’ve evolved
(Is that really the word I’m searching for?)
after having met you;
It’s as though the child-like hopefulness and awe
of my fantastic future love life has now depleted and degraded itself
to the lackluster expectations of any other normal American -
the “dream” now being to not die alone and pray we can stay together for the kids
(Do I really want those, anyway?)
Good going – you have successfully molded me into a
dime-a-dozen Stepford drone
who wouldn’t recognize “the one” if he came and spat on her mini-van
(I traded in my golden carriage and white horse).
At least I can look back and realize
when people would tell me I was crazy
for holding out for the perfect storm, the cheese to my macaroni,
the can’t eat/can’t sleep/over the moon love of my life
that, in the end,
they were absolutely right.
Well done. Truly.
04/29/2013
Author's Note: Nobody here but us sentimental fools.
Posted on 04/29/2013 Copyright © 2025 Angie Jenkins
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Steve Michaels on 04/30/13 at 01:20 PM "the lackluster expectations of any other normal American" Ha! Love it! |
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/26/13 at 12:38 AM You see I am considerably older than you so I know about lost love, that thrown away and/or unrequited or just lost because the one loved wasn't as strong as you so gave up some where along the line. And to be honest, few people have a decent definition of the word "love". I know I do not. If you do I'd love to hear it. |
Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/23/14 at 11:19 PM blunt force, great work! |
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