Here is goes, my second blog post during November’s NaBloPoMo. I’m going to do this!
When we met so long ago,
I was the one you wanted but
not the one you needed.
Certainly not the one your mother
had in mind for you.
I did not fit into your future.
I couldn’t – wouldn’t —
compete with that future.
It was mapped out all too
perfectly. And your mother
was not a woman to be reckoned with.
I moved on and never looked back.
So here we are after all those years.
All your failed marriages and estranged
children and you tell me that your life
disappointed your mother
And I, with so few regrets.
You wonder aloud
if there could possibly be a chance for us
and for the first time in my life
I realize how badly you hurt me
when you told me that I did not fit —
that I was not good enough for —
your future plans.
I don’t want
to work on a relationship with you.
You are not who I want.
You are not who I need.
You do not fit
my future plans.