I knew life had a sense of humour
it sent me a man;
tall, broad, convincing
who came
for my spoons,
my tuna cans
I mistook the spark
for something sacred
but it was just a lighter
in his hands
and the warmth I held onto
was only ever
residue
from his Friday night plans
I sure am glad
life gave me
such
a man.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
I knew life had a sense of humour
it sent me a man;
tall, broad, convincing
who came
for my spoons,
my tuna cans
I mistook the spark
for something sacred
but it was just a lighter
in his hands
and the warmth I held onto
was only ever
residue
from his Friday night plans
I sure am glad
life gave me
such
a man.
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