The path I thought was straight and easy has developed swerves.
This trick-or-treat relationship is getting on my nerves.
One day you bring me sweets and roses—all my fond heart seeks.
The next you end up ghosting me and disappear for weeks.
Our bond I once thought perfect is showing signs of wear.
Too often I’m a single whereas once we were a pair.
That love once thought infrangible now sports a widening crack.
Don’t show up as who you’ve become. I want the old you back!
Where once I published love poems, now I tell how my heart aches.
Where once I wrote of how love grows, now I tell how it breaks.
Prompt words today are infrangible, publish, ghosting, trick and sweet. The jar pictured is a wedding jar I purchased in Chiapas. The idea is for the bride and groom to each drink out of their own spout of the communal cup. Lovely imagery. I put black beans in it to hold the plants upright as they developed roots and filled it full of water. A few weeks later I came out to find that the beans had soaked up the water, expanded, and burst the cup. What a metaphor!!! Perfect for this poem…