The perfect ending.. clMargerate poem
Sunday morning sees me
considering and contemplating,
can this be our new normal
or is it still an aberration
will life ever return
to what we had
or
are we just wasting time
on what was
and never will be
again?
If so,
I want to start over
and eat the ice cream
making love more often
not sweating the small stuff
sharing my time
only with those I love.
When I’m all used up
and it’s time to leave
I’ll morph into a butterfly
and fly into the windshield
of a shiny red Porsche convertible
preferably
in Hawaii
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the perfect ending
clMargerate
copyright March 28th, 2021