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A Funny Sad Remembrance A Poem
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A Funny Sad Remembrance A Poem A Funny Sad Remembrance It would be his birthday today I would wish him well. He once figured highly in my life Until his charm wore off. We met in a college classroom. He was so polite. He was so cute. He had such delicate features With eyes that made one melt. They were dreamy and chocolate And his lips were full and developed. Underneath a neat mustache. Months later we met an the unemployment office. Yes how bizarre when I think of it now. The one time I needed benefits From being laid off. He invited me over to his apartment For a drink or whatever else. I really did not know what to say then But I eventually made the trek. One thing led to another And I finally gave in to the attraction. It was so welcome After what I had been dealing with. My father was dying of cancer. I felt quite bereft. Steve offered a diversion And this pleasure was better than crying. Steve proved all too human. He was a selfish man. He told me he wanted to see other women. But it actually gave me time to spend with my father In his final month. A month after my father passed Steve contacted me with an apology. I had somewhat moved on. I was still somewhat numb. I was dating someone else Someone who would be just as bad In the long run. I remember the quandary And had mentioned it to a coworker Who made a little ditty I cannot remember the precise wording But it had something to do with me wearing My heart on my sleeve for Steve. Versus what I felt for the other guy, Teddy. Teddy and I lasted a few months He was in love with a prior girlfriend I was not really caring about the breakup I was kind of glad because we were no match We had very little in common. A few months later Steve showed up. I cannot recall how he found me I had moved twice in the interim. He told me he loved me In a funny sort of way. Right after I told him he had to go away. You see he had a drinking problem And I did not want to be part of that. It was not something I could handle After all I was barely surviving myself. So on this day that is his birthday I think of him and what he meant to me. A cute guy who offered some fun times While I dealt with an upcoming death. A guy that said he loved me In a funny sort of way Not the best or most romantic ways I guess But I appreciated the words nonetheless. I wonder now if he thought I was, The one that was heartless. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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I have several that poem would apply to, women however than men, from the 1st gal I proposed to, to a cpl of gals I should have proposed to, and one that I did, that I married, and lost 9 years later, to heaven.
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A well composed story my lady - and very articulate, in all its parts Bravo ! P
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you're a real find.
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It is good when somebody tells you they love you no matter how they say it. I think this guy was a welcome diversion to take your mind of the heartache you were experiencing at the time. You should look on him fondly I think. 
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