having just let go of
all those years of torment
i still have a way to find you,
a way to remind myself
of what you are and
who you’ll always be.
looking back you were
never what i wanted,
never what i needed,
and time has turned its
ugly face on you my dear;
you have settled for
predictable love, life,
and of this i say if
mediocrity takes life by
fire, you’ll be burning alive.
you and that husband of yours.