Cynical Romance

A comical take on one woman's pessimistic quest for love.

I can't say,
I'm not jealous
of those who've stumbled into their soul mates.
That would be one of the biggest lies I'd ever told.

But then who doesn't want a piece of that
happiness?
A kind of euphoric peace.

Granted I'm aware
that somewhere a long the lines of fairness
(If there is such a thing.)
that there might be someone for everyone.

Its finding them that's the hard part.
Weeding through all of the 'Duds'
dressed in aluminum foil,
riding of into the polluted sunsets
in rusted pintos.

The irony being,
that one woman's idiot in aluminum foil
is another's prince charming.

And I can't help but have those days of
complete
and
utter
hopelessness.

What if my idiot in aluminum
is half way across the world,
wishing on a star for me?
And I'm stuck here with someone else's charming.

Just the idea of that
throughly
nauseates me.

Because honestly ladies and gentlemen,
I'd rather not find him at 65,
After I've spent most
(if not all)
of my life pretending
that smile on my face was anything other then painted.

Three kids,
five grandkids,
two houses,
a few dogs
and a sticky divorce later...

I find solace in an older gentleman,
I met at an AARP convention.

But then again I suppose as disappointing as that sounds,
Some things are always better late
then never.

For by the time I die,
love will have been experienced
One that I'd spent the entirety of my life chasing,
and finally lay cushioned in.
Comfortably.

Author's Note

Tense is meant to bounce around because the end of this poem is this woman's pessimistic predictions of her love life.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

There are a lot of philosophical questions here at play.
They point of view you told the story from was spectacular.
You gave us enough of her personality to even imagine what
she would do in certain situations.

I love the way you spoke of "duds" in "aluminum foil".
I thought of knights in shining armor and the dreaded shiny suits
of the mid 90s