A Sideways Glare at Contemporary Society
In the 21st century, we’re scared of love. It has sticky bits and awkward edges. It defies our science and our psychology and laughs at our technology. There is no App for love, and it refuses to do as it’s told. It’s the last rebellious relic of our primitive soul.
So, I’ve written a poem for all hopeless romantics (like me) who’ve had a howl and a dance with love — when the fire was bright and the music was high; who’ve kissed in the shadows so tenderly that the darkness held its breath and those (like me) who’ve ached and sighed and laugh and cried — for love.
The one you knew you shouldn’t
The one you thought you should
The one you thought you couldn’t
The one you wish you could
The one that you’ve forgiven
The one you won’t forget
The one who made you laugh and sing
The one you most regret
But when you’re old and going grey
And napping by the fire
There’s only one who has your heart
As well as your desire
Now, let me explain. (BTW, I’ve seriously mixed up the genders because, even though I believe love is different for men and women, the results are identical.)
The One You Knew You Shouldn’t — This is the one that you took one look at and knew — right away — it was a bad idea. But you couldn’t help yourself. Normally, this involves your best friend’s boyfriend or your boss’s little sister.
The One You Thought You Should — That perfect person who, six months later, turned into the Bitch of Belsen. Or, it’s almost as if somebody photo-shopped this guy’s personality — and it wore off.
The One You Thought You Couldn’t — “Wow! What the hell was he doing with me?” Or, that chick was so hot when you slept with her you got a suntan. Affairs like this never last because eventually these perfect human beings go back to their own species.
The One You Wish You Could — Deep in the heart of 4 o’clock in the morning, we all have that one secret love that nobody — nobody — except, maybe, the dog and your pillow, knows about.
The One That You’ve Forgiven — This is the lover who slam-dunked your heart onto the sofa for three months of red wine, Rocky Road and Rom/Com therapy. But, looking back, you kinda shrug and think, “Ah! It takes two.”
The One You Won’t Forget — Everybody has at least one love affair that flares like a supernova. In extreme cases, you end up in Vegas or Mexico, swimming in libido, drunk off your ass on moonlight and margaritas, and thinking “When this goes bad, I’m going to burn up on re-entry — but I don’t care.”
The One Who Made You Laugh And Sing — When we were young and our hearts were an open book. . . But, now, you might have a name but you can’t quite remember the face.
The One You Most Regret — What were you thinking? You chased this guy relentlessly — even though everybody on the planet told you he was bad news. Then, when you finally hooked up, she used you like a Swiffer WetJet and dumped your ass in the trash the minute something else came along. (You’re never going to get that year back, ya idiot!)
The last stanza is self-explanatory.
Happy Valentine’s Day!