POEM 006/100

The first few dozen times we broke up

I would cry

boy, would I cry

and she would silently judge me

relieved to no longer be lumbered

with a boy who’d cry at anything

as pedestrian

as rejection


Years later

like an irritating joke

the spark of delight faded

from its all too familiar punchline

I would not cry


Years later still

when she began to cry

I lost all interest


2 Responses to POEM 006/100

  1. mrdapper says:

    I still have nightmares about her.

  2. Unsurprisingly, I love this.

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