$CLOUT Poetry - Our Appetites Are Now Dampened
A poem about the tragic loss of a once feeling of magic love.
What’s that you’re saying there?
I forced the issue
And created friction too soon?
Oh well
Your t-shirt that’s been draped here
Perfuming my bedpost for a month
Has found its way into my near-full bin
Oh well
The smell of your deodorant
And our combined bodies mingling
Have now been overpowered by unpleasant eventualities that life brings
Oh well
The chilli sapling
I once held high hopes to grow
Is now tainted by your memories
Such a shame
It’s a good thing I didn’t invest more
Into coaxing out its prime
Something I’d promised I’d do for you
Such a shame
It’s now going to a new home
Somewhere warm and loving
Removed from my sight and mind
Such a shame
The popped Cava cork I kept
From our first dinner of lights and laughter
Has been lying dead on my desk for weeks now
Poor thing
So are the roses of pink and orange
I gathered from the bouquet
You presented me with such promise that night
Poor things
It had no idea of its near-future relevance
As delicate shrivelled corpses stand beautifully together
Suspended in their frailty
Poor things
All of these things
I’ve either nested or discarded
Serve as a reminder not to feel so strongly so quickly
It was only two dates
That long period of uncertainty
Should have been cut shorter by his honesty
You realise now his blindsided reservations
It was only two dates
Even though that honesty rejected you
Even though it even said it had feelings for you
Remember that there's no need for more tears
It was only two dates
But what’s this I’m thinking now?
It was all an assumption made up by a ghost
Who always creeps their way inside the conversation
As our appetites are now dampened
The ghost has taken the t-shirt from its smelly grave
And the sapling’s promise revoked
To undo the damage spiked by hasty self-preservation
Although our appetites are now dampened
I sped up organic time to protect myself
From the pain that had not yet reared its all-consuming face
You and I are still connected
Yet our appetites are now dampened.
© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.
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