Love On The Fly

Vintage Words


I leave broken hearts in my path

and sometimes look back and take

a tally. An estimate of how

many hearts I have slain.


Among them, the one I truly

loved did not want me.

I join the hearts he has broken

and he sees me on his path

when he looks back.


When I turned thirty I

walked into maturity in time

to pick a mate for life, rig

the game in favor of sincerity,

faithfulness, monogamy

and the unusual perspective

to face front and stop

looking back.







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