The post today would have been on something else.
It would have been articulate and worthy of reading.
It would have been on subjects esoteric or philosophical.
I set the previous subject on the ‘back burner of my mind.’
This is such an ancient topic,
old as the people who first
walked the Earth.
Why, oh why did you have to call?
I was so deep in slumber and in a good place.
I have tried to block you from my mind.
When I thought I was so ‘over’ you,
I ‘unblocked’ your cell phone number.
Why did I do this?
Because, I would want to know. . .
If something bad happened to you.
Do you remember the poem
I had written where I talked
about I would rather do this
or that; than be with you?
Could you laugh
as I mentioned
I would rather
be in a cage
Did you get the least bit
teary eyed when you
realized I was serious?
Just when my Life is on course.
You know how to turn my heart
topsy-turvy, my world upside down.
No, I am not involved with anyone.
But, how dare you think it is okay
to call so early in the
Isn’t it at all possible,
for you to imagine,
I may have
special by now,
sleeping beside me?
Isn’t it possible,
that I may have
danced the night away
and needed to sleep
Couldn’t it be,
am out of the country,
with my long lost
on a wonderful
far off countries
in my hopes
Might I have not wanted
to stay in my dream land,
content to have warmth
and positive thoughts
to greet my day?
Every old love lost
and heartbreak song
was written by someone
who had hopes dashed.
I don’t want to have you
lingering on my mind.
When I am in a good place,
secure and confident
I will somehow have
a partner to share
our lives together.
Tried it a few times,
not desperate yet.
Even if she were dead,
you chose to go back
to an ex-girlfriend.
Didn’t your family,
try to tell you how we fit together?
Better than ‘two peas in a pod?”
You may regret,
I won’t regret.
Please- – Go!
Stay out of my phone,
I am not channeling Adele or Taylor Swift’s rants.
This is my non-poetic prose. Just trying to let it go.
Trying to keep on my happy path. Shining light on
and soon to be sharing the “Cinderella” story with
my “M & M” granddaughters, ages 4 and 6. Hope
they will not be counting on a fairy tale, but better
yet: A real and everlasting love. Like my parents
had and my grandparents had. This is my wish.
~Robin Elizabeth Oldrieve Cochran, 3/14/15.
P.S. I did not answer his phone call. I deleted his
message. He is not dead; nor in the hospital.
Enough to let me be content.
What is your favorite heartbreak song?
I love Neil Diamond’s, “Solitary Man.”