Our Story (a poem)
The story of
me and you
has already been written
many times before.
You may not even realize
but all these scenes have been done
the ending all finished
and wrapped up over there.
Take a look
you will see it’s all true.
Don’t you remember?
We have already said all these words.
Yes, the words are nice
like those of a dream
from long ago,
encompassing all I longed to hear
They have just gone stale
by the third or fourth time around
no longer tugging at my heart.
This dance of yours
getting close and drifting away
and drifting away and getting close
has long run the course.
I have grown oh so weary
of providing amusement for
your boring domestic life
being the lady in waiting
for your attention.
Now that our story is done
there is no reason to speak
you can take your leave
go create new tales to tell.