A Dream On Christmas EveA Poem by Bud R. BerkichA poem about an alternate reality concerning a former love interest that wasn't interested.(For Karma) Your birthday and me, standing in your driveway outside your house (or what passes for your house) contemplating a knock on the door when I see you up the street walking with friends; deja vu of so long ago. But different. You do not go out of your way to greet me as back then, but to mock me. Contemplation complete, I turn to go. Only to return. And to find sitting on the side of a bed in your front yard, my mother making you the elaborate card she would never make. "It's her birthday," she says. "Don't you want to--" I shush her, not wanting you to hear, not wanting you to know we're just outside your sphere of existence. Why? Because I can't escape a past feeling, or how all of this is vaguely all too familiar somehow but painfully different, inverted, an inverted symbolism of perversion: you, the friends, the card, my mother's now acceptance of you and, most perverted of all, my now acceptance of you not. To my mother's now surprise (that wouldn't in a million years have been back then) I finally contemplate "no" and turn to go, deciding that it just wouldn't be worth it, after all. And for that, this is sad. For that, I'm truly sorry.
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Added on December 17, 2020 Last Updated on December 17, 2020 Tags: Poetry, free verse, alternate paths, memory AuthorBud R. BerkichSomerville, NJAboutI am a literary fiction writer (novels, short stories, stage and screenplays) and poet who has been wrting creatively since the age of eight. I have also written and published various book reviews, m.. more..Writing
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