Thursday, 16 July 2020

the past is the past

she said it was over
it was a shock for me
that all the loving feeling
was a distant memory
and she took up with a bloke
that was how I use to be

Marriage had conventions
tolerance was the norm
many things you may not like
but willingly conform
from a caterpillar of a bachelor
a married butterfly transform

standing in the checkout queue
I saw her standing there
I noticed all the extra flesh
and the colour of her hair
but she didn't notice me
and walked by unaware
now the past is in the past
and I no longer care

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