A Poultry-Free Life

About a relationship with a lover (probably) ending

A Poultry-Free Life

I spent the last few weeks of December

Trying to convince myself

Not to be in love with you

Crawling away from "us"

 

I didn't do that well

 

I even bought you a Promise Ring

Platinum, diamonds, and a sapphire

In a "Blue Box"

Absolutely stunning

Extravagant for me

Worthy of you

Perfect for your skin

 

And air tickets

To deliver it in person

With a “promise”

On New Year's Eve

 

But then I knew I'd once again fall flat

And harder than each time before

 

Given our chicken-and-egg disparity

I can’t get to the point of availability

(As defined)

If you won't leap, too

 

I finally gave up (I thought)

The emotional cost of loving you

Just got to be too high

 

I needed a poultry-free life

And I wanted to stop

Before the list of grievances

(And the resulting chips-on-your-shoulder)

(And mine)

Grew longer

It's wonderful loving you

And it's wonderful of you to accept

(Receive? Suffer? Shrug off? Ignore?)

(You won't ever say)

The showering of my affections

 

I feel privileged to have been given that chance

 

But why are your responses so flat

So very, very flat

To all my expressions? 

Why do you withhold?

Why not say what you want?

That you want?

Why not show me

What a life

Showered with your love

Would be like?

To make me leap

And hold you tight

Forever?

 

Three times (at least)

I was right there

You could have had me

And I, you

But you withheld your hand

Didn't take mine outstretched

To leap, together

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