What did I see in you…?

Half dead, half joking

You stumbled through my life again

And out exit stage right

With little miss- what was her name?

Not that it matters I saw in that transaction

The same business you did with me

When we were once an item

You were an item on a lot of shelves

Mass merchandising

So pause with me now

Before I ever become just an object

Set coyly to bandy on your shelf

Let me write all I once was

Lest I become as nothing

My words soft and then silent

Fading from your memory

Like all the creamy legs you’ve parted

As all the so called loves here

And now, so many departed dalliances

Half dead, half joking I could promise you a life

In a far off place, in other contexts

But how easily you forget

You left and I remained

What I wanted in the end was

Only the memory of you, untarnished (And it’s far too late for that).    

© 2004 C. Nichols