Or Not to Be
I’d hoped that he might turn into a keeper,
Who’d share his humor and his heart with me.
Instead I got this thing on dry erase board,
A picture of some flowers and a “be.”
He said he couldn’t give me what I wanted,
A lifetime of the laughter we had shared.
He only had this simple print to offer,
A stinging sort of symbol that he cared.
So now I’m stuck with this dumb dry erase board,
Ephemeral as snowflakes in the Spring,
Just begging to be smudged by my own thumbprint,
Another mark from yet another fling.
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