There must be something funny to say;
About your lack of a middle name
Symbolized by only the letter “A”
It just doesn’t want to come to me today;
If I had a joke, and told it well
You’d probably find it cute
So cute, I hope, you’d open your heart
To let me in after making room
You hinted at validation
if I found a suitable namesake, and;
You’d never believe the time I spent;
On a rabid hunt for the perfect replacement;
But perfection is a myht, let’s face it;
It’s a false dawn seen by couples who never made it.
When we met, so did the imperfect pieces of our past
Too rigid and abraded to form a solid link;
I want to know who hurt you,
And not to kick his ass;
To waterboard him until he can’t think;
Before tossing him into a dirt pit filled with rats.
A selfish act, perhaps,
but if it let you love again
I’d do it in a flash
Even if your love found someone else
The walk back to solitude
Would be satisfyingly sad
I wouldn’t have all of you
But your lonely A would get a chance
To finally hold another hand
And for that alone
I’d be glad.