It's the last one! A return to "normal" life (as "normal" as my life ever gets, anyway). My poem for today bids farewell to NaPoWriMo (for now).
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Breaking It Off with Poetry (Again)
So I guess this is it. You knew
this couldn’t last, right? You knew
I can’t commit to something
this serious, something that takes
this much time and energy. I can’t
do this every day. I’ve got
responsibilities, other things
I need to be doing. I need to wash
my hair, weed the garden, change
the oil, change the furnace filter,
clean the fridge, and after all that,
I’ll probably need to wash my hair again.
I don’t really have time for this, you know—
these long rendezvous in the evenings
where we drink wine and stare
into each other’s eyes. Or the coffee dates—
the five-dollar mochas and the frantic
scribbling, the ones that made me late
back to work from lunch break. You know
I can’t lead this double life: I have a husband,
for God’s sake, and two kids. This can’t
be my life, all this sneaking around
WRITING in the wee hours, stealing
moments when I should be doing something
responsible, useful—shelving all the stuff
I get paid to do and meeting up with YOU instead.
If we keep this up, it’ll destroy me.
You know I love you—you know I’d do anything
for you—except this. I just can’t. I just
can’t.
I’m glad you understand—
we’ll both move on from this.
We’ll be strong. This will help us grow. Really,
we can still be friends, right? I mean,
there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe
meet for coffee a couple times of month.
Or maybe we could email each other? I’d like that.
You know, I heard about an open mic for poets
downtown next Wednesady. Maybe we should
team up for that? A professional relationship,
mind you, not this passionate mess
we’ve gotten ourselves into.
You want to? I’ll plan on it then.
Pick you up at seven.
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