Poem: Don’t I?
Don’t I (matter)?
I should as I drift along in life,
with a pear and apple,
one in each because they are too small
to carry both in just one.
You used to call it something else,
something that I look upon
with more mature eyes and ears.
I was stupid. You were stupid.
We were stupid.
Don’t I (deserve another chance)?
Not with your stupidity, but with my stupidity,
to let people know it was the biggest mistake.
I should’ve known better,
it was reckless and uncharacteristic of me.
It’s a part I can’t ever erase,
as much as I desire to make things right,
it won’t go back the way it was,
like toothpaste from a tube.
Don’t you (matter)?
Not a chance in heaven or hell,
not one ounce of liquid,
not one puff of air,
because I know what you’re thinking,
in all directions and times and spaces,
there was nothing wrong with it.
Don’t you (deserve another chance)?
I may give you a tiny slice of my attention,
but you were my worst mistake,
one I can’t ever undue, and for this I
have deep regret.
Nothing was fun about it.
You are still a dumb ass in the highest
of places and if we ever meet again
in another life, I’ll be sure to stay
the away from you.
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