Luxuriating in Being Left
In retrospect the loss of you has turned into a gain.
I’m rejoicing in the comfort of not having to explain.
I can do just what I want to, every day and every hour.
I am a snool to no one. I do not cringe or cower.
I sleep in in the morning with no breakfast to prepare.
I can dress the way I want to, choose the length of my own hair.
When I go to bed at night, I spread out in the middle.
I’m cool as any cucumber, not bacon on a griddle.
I wish your new love well with you, but I’m fine as I am,
for it’s the truth that when you left, I didn’t give a damn!
Prompt words today are nacre, comfort, rejoice and explain. Snool is an additional word I may or may not use. The definition of snool is: a cringing person, to cringe or cower, or the opposite: to reduce to submission, cow or bully. There is one extra word today because I also used yesterday’s word from on prompt site because it was published too late to be used yesterday.
Wow that cut to the heart of he who left for good. Great poem!
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That’s the spirit.
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This one made me giggle. I learnt the joys of living alone about 15 years ago.
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Although being alone is a huge improvement over being with the wrong person, the antagonist in this poem is fictional.
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that’s what I reckoned.
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Wit and depth in one. Well done.
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Thanks, Doug.
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