Last GoodbyeSubmitted by Tom Sorrell at 2015-01-21 16:59:31 EST
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To the Aphrodite of my lonely world:
I can't make love to you anymore.
These longings, the pain destroys my brain.
Daily visions of you only drive me insane.
I miss you so much. I can't comprehend
how something so magical came to an end.
That's a lie. It was awful most of the time
just like parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme -
that silly old song that'd get stuck in our heads
as we laid intertwined on the tiny brass bed
in the lone bedroom of that cramped little house.
Remember the night you saw a big mouse
and I took it outside while you stood on a chair
watching me under your dirty blond hair?
Me too, my dear. I recall it quite well.
You were right. Without you my life became Hell.
Oh what a fickle mistress you were
reeling me in with a look so demure
even Paris himself would have dropped to his knees
Helen of Troy compared to you? Please.
It's not even close. Your curves are so great
when Heaven made you it made the earth quake.
I think of your mind, your face and your laugh
the way your skin smelled after taking a bath
and the glow in your eyes when we met in the snow
two cursed, naïve kids who never could know
that their love would be dead before 35
for myriad reasons, but most of all pride.
I sing this song now for my broken heart
and acknowledge the fact that we'll be apart
for the rest of our lives. There's no going back.
I've been judged unworthy for traits that I lack
and terrible habits I never could quit
ones that turned Paradise to a world full of shit.
And now sitting here, I know the time's right
to let go of that pain and begin the tough fight
of moving on and living my life
without you beside me. My woman. My wife.
I'm sorry, my dear. I wish it weren't true
but this is my last goodbye. Good luck to you.