A beautiful home
Two small soft dogs
A well-manicured yard
In an affluent neighborhood
Two smart, professional people yet
The joke’s on me.

Celebrating five years of marriage
On Valentine’s Day
The day of love.
The perfect couple
Appearing so right, but
The joke’s on me.

Lying in bed each night
Crying in the dark
He stays downstairs
Every chance he gets
Enjoying porno on his computer knowing
The joke’s on me.

I know what he is doing
Confronting him time and again
With tears of rage and anger.
He always says its nothing
It’s just something he likes to see, still
The joke’s on me.

He always says he loves me,
But love we never make
An obsession he won’t surrender
He looks for love in other places
Some nasty websites in cyberspace,
The joke’s on me.

When will I have the sense to go?
When will I’ve had enough?
To find someone to make love to me
And not a screen?
Maybe I ask for just too much,
Maybe the joke’s on me.


Caryn Suarez 01/25/02