A rhetorical love

I remember now
Her irritating happiness
Her clear-blue-sky platitudes
Of appreciating today's sunlight
And her urges to abandon
The shaded hiding places
My soul have hated to love.
When I politely did not respond -
As if she did not get the message,
She'd slam dunk the hoop of my depression
With butterfly kisses
And Pollyannaesque punch-drunk positivity
She made me feel content in my anxiety
My numb thoughts felt real,
While her happy bubbles hinted
At some sort of happy muffin -
But alas, she was too much
Of a goodie-two-shoes
To taste a bit of darkness
So she continued to scoop
Pepsi can tops full of inch deep smiles
To cover heart-ache
Deeper than what her mathematical mind
Could comprehend on a clear Tuesday afternoon
Which left me with the only question she did not
Try to give a guru-like solution to -
"I wonder why the labels of beer bottles
Always tear off better on a Tuesday"
Her uncomfortable silence
Proved that she did not grasp
That it was a rhetorical question
And so, I realized, all on my own -
All we had, was a rhetorical love.

Author's Note

Inspired by a song......clue: something about a Tuesday..... :)

Reviews

[Abraham Kureshi]

Perfect in all sense, and nice usage of words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts. You defined rhetorical for me. Nice story in the poem led to perfect ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote