A poem I wrote to my ex girlfriend.

Why? —

 

Your love for me died and left without showing me why.

Nothing else is changed except the blues are my companion,

every day and every night, cause baby, baby,

you said goodbye without giving me a reason why.

 

Fare thee well cruel romance. You, know I’m too old to find

another like you who loves me more than the trees.

A mate who’ll never sneeze at my words of love and claim

they’re as refreshing as a spring breeze.

 

Prince Charming is who’ll I’ll be to you, and I’ll help you to laugh

at ludicrous things when I open my mouth to let out any inane thoughts

I may have. I’ll give you my uncensored words so I can watch your face

light up with a smile when I say what’ just came to mind.

 

Stay with me and you’ll never shed any tears because I’ve been unfaithful.

Don’t you see, I’m ready for you and I pray you’re ready for me?

The happiness we can share is lost in the vortex of time that will swallow

me and you if we don’t unite and fall in love.

 

Her reply.

You have a stain on your shirt.

All romantic thought died when I read that. Time for a new G.F. and not another like her, because I said I’m too old, so my new G.F. won’t have to love me more than the trees, and she can sneeze at my words if she wants and doesn’t have to say they’re as refreshing as a breeze.

Joe DiBuduo.