Wet Thursday morning.
My senior year of college;
we didn't use protection
so we were fixing the problem,
The nurse called for her,
pretending to study.
forcing a reassuring smile.
As she got in the car
before we sped away.
Bright Saturday afternoon.
Tomorrow I'd be introduced
to her family
but I didn't love her
(even though I said I did
so I could sleep with her).
We met at the park
I told her there was someone else
(which there was).
Her green eyes went gray:
"then I'll just disregard that
Valentine you sent me, right?"
1994: Lan Anh
Black Sunday afternoon.
I whistled in the dark
and vowed a naive "I Do,"
unaware she was still
in love with him.
I resisted the impulse to run
as our two-tiered
wedding cake fell
during our first dance,
just before she told me
to stop kissing her
damn...what a portent, the cake falling...love is def a wacky game man....and we jack it up pretty good before we ever get it right, if we ever do...some viscious images man...all too real...ReplyDelete
And it's all (too) real.ReplyDelete
Yes, I noticed there was a theme of my Feb 13s being somehow cursed. This year is much better, although my daughter broke up with her boyfriend yesterday (Feb 12) so she has great timing like her Pop-o. Thanks, bro.
ouch...hope she is good int he after....Delete
Stay inside today and wait for it to pass--The cake falling--telling you to stop kissing her so much--ouchReplyDelete
Yeah, that last comment still stings. :/ Naw, I'm fine now :)Delete
Wow . . .this is a pretty brutal holiday eve! So glad this year has been better! Thank you, poet friend!ReplyDelete
Yes, every year since has been a good Valentine's Eve. Thanks!Delete
Ouch! Back up the cynic's view of love why don't ya? :) Great poems.ReplyDelete
I'm not a cynic - I'm a skeptic! Thanks so much.Delete
Wow! This is really fantastic but very sad! As a writer you want your work to illicit emotion and you certainly do well at that! (although, like others have said here, it is hard not to read it and feel so bad for you!) Either way, great writing. Maybe a happy sequel someday? Either way, very well done.ReplyDelete
Thanks, and I feel bad for myself too, just a bad series of coincidences. Things are much better now.Delete
Ouch. Felt a bit like some sad karma, Mosk. Well done. Glad to know you finally got it right. (And thanks again, to Paula, for posting this on the FB Poetry Chain page.) ;-)ReplyDelete
Superb writing Mosk ... am glad to hear your "heart" days are better now tho' ...ReplyDelete
How difficult it was to get our minds focussed on what what was best in our youth. Delightfully written, whether true or not, as so much of out lives went down sidetracks, didn't it?ReplyDelete
Oh, that lsat line made me screw my face up i– that someone who supposedly loved could say such a thing! I'm sorry this account of so many kinds of not-love is real!ReplyDelete
Love is as complicated as it gets! Thanks for sharing, Mosk!💖ReplyDelete
Complications abound. I hope your luck has changed.ReplyDelete
This docu-drama is really deep. Great writesReplyDelete
Valentine's Day is so much better and purer when it's about a parent/teacher doing cutesies for their preschoolers. Then it's all joy and sweetness.ReplyDelete
Oh, Valentine's day rides high on expectations and then reality arrives to tell you chocolate roses don't like the sun.ReplyDelete
I detect a theme of relationship karma here...ReplyDelete
This is why I like watching horror movies on Valentine's Day. I'm hoping I can get to watch Pride Prejudice and Zombies with the husband tomorrow night.ReplyDelete
Love the honesty in these wordsReplyDelete
Stop kissing her so much! Oy. That's harsh!ReplyDelete
I've been broken up with in early Feb as well. sucks. but V day is also my elder son's birthday, so for that reason, and maybe only that reason, I celebrate the day.
good to read you, Mosk ~