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In Case You Were Interested
by Leah Garrison (Age: 20)
copyright 06-20-2006


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
He left me alone, no address, and no number
I hung on like a nun -
Surely just distance could not tear us asunder...

One month went by, not a word came forth
I stayed and prayed
With no communication from the impassive north

I had someone to turn to in my loneliness so bitter:
Fortunately he respected me
But he loved, and for that crime, he was hanged by a letter

For in one night of pain I sent a "please forward" missive
I speculated and waited -
Would he be accepting or dismissive?

I finally received word when I had nearly given up hope
It prompted mess and distress:
For the next six months I acted like a dope

Fluctuating capriciously between the old and the new
Despair and too much care
Had ruined my senses and made my mind come unglued

Should I go out on a limb and abandon perfection?
While loyalty tortured me...
My oscillating merely compounded perplexion

Then one day I sent that "Dear John" betrayal
The past was miscast
And our relationship wrangles were getting too stale

Now I'm content, with a future that's bright,
A man, and a plan -
I only wonder why the heck I can't write?

They're odd, you know, these Murphy's Laws
Token, but can't be broken
Consequences have dug in with tiger-claws

I used to write poems at the drop of a hat
My ex could care less
But I wrote anyway, about him and love and all that

I find myself with a new love who appreciates my call
(begs all the time for a rhyme)
... Lo and behold, I come up with nothing at all!

That's why I had been off on sabbatical.
Stupid cupid...
Why is my chosen love so impractical?!


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07-24-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

Just when one gets the ends together
Someone moves the ends.
Life and love are big mysteries or they wouldn't be worth writing about in such wonderful poems as the one above.

You certainly worked hard on the rhymes-they were great; so was the story.

Thanks for sharing your talent with me once again.

Always a friend,

Rich


06-21-2006 David Pekrul    

Who can really understand love? I know everything will work out as it should and the poems will come back again. Why, they already have, for this one is terrific.


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