Saturday, July 19, 2014

A Marilyn

& to think, all of that melodrama of online dating happened because of something you wrote about her.

You called her the epitome of elegance.
You never said anything like that about me.
I remember
and sometimes
but mostly I remember the night you told me I was trouble.
It was a loaded moment; the moment I realized I would never be the right girl.

Foolishly, I clung to the past: John had Marilyn, even if Jackie was the first lady.

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