Endings
Sometimes you just drift apart
with distance, indifference,
disdain or cats on your couch.
If a man snuffles and snorts
between snuggles,
it’s over before it’s begun.
Perhaps you’re misaligned in temper,
tolerance, trait — he likes country, you like jazz,
or he alleges a character flaw.
A lover once shouted
You’re entirely too rational!
as he charged out the door.
Betrayal money violence death,
no matter the cause,
the relationship ends.
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Really hear that first stanza. it pretty much says it. But oh oh oh the cats. I’d say cats have saved me at least three divorces. Heartfelt work, I like the alleged character flaw, I can get on both sides of that one.
The form, the flow, the content. I like it. 🙂
Love “misaligned in temperance, tolerance, trait” – love the sound and truth of that line! And, the lover’s frustration with a woman who dares to be rational – kind of made the poem for me!! A gem!
Allergic to cats is a good first indication that the ending will be sad.
Great statement.
Bruce Florence
A lover once shouted
You’re entirely too rational!
as he charged out the door.
Love it!
Indeed.
I had a moment like that, many and many’s the year, only my would-be lover’s cry was “You’re entirely too sane.”
I am with Bobby about the cats! Brilliant.
Oh — and I meant to say it’s a lovely irony that this poem leads to “the romantic English woman.”