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.
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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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