here’s a joke directed toward you… hoping you’ll get the punch line… in hopes you’ll get the sarcasm and dry humor… move to the back of the line that stretches around the block… i’ve been there before… it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did years before… for the pastimes when i was blue… i’d pick up the pen and write about you… for the pastimes when there was unrelenting tension… i’d release the stress through creative expression… for the pastimes when i should’ve learned a lesson… i’d still blush whenever your name was mentioned… but now i’ve outgrown the stage of naïve youth… it’s time i remove that rotted abscess tooth… a broken heart, swallowed pride and no self-esteem was all it took… to give my life another look… dust off the mud that’s dried upon my knees… and let the past bleed out of me… i never said i’d forget, just that i won’t bother… to look for your face in all the crowds of tomorrow… thanks for the love, but most importantly thanks for the sorrow… i’ve built myself up from a dirty lesson in love… and now i’m aware of exactly what i’m made of…..
©1999 by josephine b. ciliento