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.
** One day I told you I would never lie to you—you know, just in case;
If we ever give in to fate, then I come to you with a clean slate;
Since I’m bound by truth, here’s how I feel about your middle A;
Any letter or none at all, I’d still melt when you look my way;
Soft brown turns red all across your delectable, ripened face;
In reality, all you truly know of me is the smell of my cologne;
Other than a few facts all I know is where I’d nip into your collarbone;
The letter in your name is just a symbol where there is an unknown;
Like the strange way your presence makes me feel less alone;
And if I’m the only one who feels the current creeping up on me, I’ll go;
Too many ghosts of unreciprocated love in life I’ve already known.
