Pursed you for decades, old habits that shadowed me across the cosmos through eons
Will never ask you to love me; irrelevant what we all eventually want
I will never ask you to quit smoking or your whereabouts after the day’s work rotation
Who was your first love or who finally led you the wrong way on?
Doesn’t concern me about the ***** of your firstborn.
My reserved observations toward your sibling rivalry and questionable fashion forecast
I will never ridicule your acute fascination with Dancing with the stars
I am fascinated with the news about today, access to your mundane troubles
Like, do the high heels make your feet hurt? are they prone to stumble
Maybe for the chance we could later snuggle
Such innocent hopes, you are never at fault, never a penny for your thoughts
But cinnamon buns and fresh coffee I walked a block over and brought
To enjoy as you rant and vent about life s unjust persecutions
I listen explicitly to catch a molecule of your candid affection
Heartfelt and not under duress from the weight of compulsion and decency
Not purely based on manufactured commitment and unbridle duty
No I will never ask you to love me, for the entity known as “ME” resides outside this equation
Like the waving bystander looking at the departing passenger once the train leaves the station
I settle for the chance to share your duvet and Monday morning tantrums
Getting blamed for spoiled milk, overlooked expiry dates and late Doctors appointment frustrations
Face your wrath because I forgot to refill your station wagon
To bear the cross of your silent treatment for not getting around fixing the door handle that was broken
To rebel in the ambiance when you call me out as a ***** for simply being one
And labeling me an idiot when I am been a wise *** till I am finally done
I would praise your insults and endure your obnoxious sermons to cheer on your trivial darkness
I shall spare you the need to ask for my forgiveness and tolerance
I will never ask you to love me, only for your radiant and enchanting presence
My intentions are simple: to embark on your odyssey in glorious attendance
This is about love and what we will compromise and tolerate, or even simply go ahead or simply move along so we can just move forward because some people are just worth it. Nothing really matters; you begin to see the objective as a straight and clear line; you just simply have to be there for them.
As things could have been, in an alternate universe.
Wishful thinking translated in verse, as always things must end in tears.
