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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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