2+1=3 – But Not Always

It’s like a stabbing pain of longing

Not quite jealousy

At least, not the dangerous kind

Maybe it’s because I no longer have a one and only

Maybe because three is an odd number

Like a tricycle

And tricycles are outgrown at some point

Or another

When I began to realize that this was too good to be true

Why did I doubt it?

I’m feeling the pain of reality now

It was beautiful while it lasted

It always will be

Even though I am nothing more

Than the third wheel



© LJ Rodriguez 2009

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