Then He Called Me...Alexandra.

Tonight will be one to remember
The day you looked me in the eyes & said there will be no happily ever after
You grabbed your shirts & your hats
Walked out so clean
I forgot you even stepped in

It's probably time to clean the cups you drank out of two weeks ago
Finally, bleach the sheets you slept in
And put away pictures that hung so proudly
You were always around
Now you'll just be a faint memory

And it always happens like this
For more reasons you & I could ever explain
You ask," You hate me, don't you?"
And without a word, I open the door
Cause you were never supposed to be in here
Cause you were always meant to be out there
With god knows who
But, I know, I could never be mad at you
For choosing someone else
That's just how life works
It is never in ones favor

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Still, in all, Dear Alexandra....🔥

We believe and we try (I think) because, in general, we are each primally built half of a whole, as if severed at birth when leaving the womb, to one day instinctively, yearningly, passionately dream, wander, and migrate through life in search of our other half that makes us whole, complete, to meet, to be enthralled, to surrender to that one irresistible being we mate with and reproduce; or give our best … hopefully for life; yet, we may never find that perfect balance in a lifetime, leaving us to surrender many times, the drive and instinct is so strong. Along the way, we may find the sex so ravishingly overpowering (and all that is attached to it in physical, mental, emotional glory, and imagination, we're so deeply and irresistibly designed to experience as part of that beguilingly spellbinding drive) that we love it sooo much we become addicted to the magnetically succulent enticement, it's often found to be impossible to not yearn for it … so, we keep seeking and trying until we find our other half, or we grow so wearied of the effort we weaken and finally give-up and/or lose the primal force that drives us toward one another so passionately and willingly, so hopeful with desire.

How sad to keep finding and losing, giving and receiving to such a degree our flames begin to dwindle, until eventually....snuffed!

Amazingly moving and wondrously rendered Free Verse poetry, Alexandra … I genuinely love everything about how your pen so succinctly and vividly dances your very heart and soul upon the page and so earnestly touches mine.

This kind of masterful skill takes living it … a low bow to Thee, Poetess ⁓ Richard🖌

[set an apostrophe to "one's" in your final line and I'll smile while moving along, hoping for a visit from You] 😏