Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I'm nobody's lover and I'm nobody's wife.
I'm smiling inside and I'm crying without.
The cruel wind dries my tears,
and my ******* are going south.
I smile as I think of you.
How, once upon, forever ago, the two of us we flew.

Now I want a gentleman.
One who's  maybe made of clay.
I can roll him up and discard him,
should I not want to play.

Or better still,
remould him,
to one who fits the bill.
I'd make him tall,
with thick black hair,
Shiny eyes, and manly thighs,
but, it wouldn't matter how well endowed he was,
because, I'd only want him him for his brain,
quality conversation,
nothing more, nothing less.

No emotional attachment.
In any shape or form.
(C) LIVVI