Marriage Shambles

Marriage Shambles

A Poem by Alisa Js

there were three of us
me and he
and another,
faceless
nameless
and yet,
her presence was silently obvious
traces of her cheap perfume in our car
lipstick stains
when I wore none,
late night calls with no one there
each time I answered.
our union was a pathetic excuse
for what was supposed to be
love and commitment,
till death do you part
and on and on and on ...

not a reality in our marriage
he had zipper problems
blue jean malfunctions,
couldn't keep them on
every time a female with two legs sauntered by
with inviting eyes

intolerable...

and me?
I hit the open highway
left yesterday behind
where it remains

never the same

© 2013 Alisa Js


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Hello my friend from across the way.... way across the way~~~~

Yes, it is true. He was less than honorable to put it mildly. In actuality he was a first class jerk! And, yes, I did leave and not look back regarding that relationship, not once... if one could even say it was a relationship... more like a shambles or sick, pathetic tragic joke. In retrospect, I was not ready nor did I ever love him. At the very least, the association could have dissolved in an honorable and civil way, sadly, that wasn't the reality.

The 'open highway' was me getting the hell out of dodge as they say!

lol

Wishing you a great weekend.

Alisa ;-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Smooth..very smooth. But true?...Is it? A writer has to "hit that "open" highway" for a reader to join in. I am snapping but wondering. Still a wonderful stroke at just the right peak...give em hell H.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Thank you.

This marriage was over a long time ago and is nothing more than a distant memory at best. Last night, the first lines came to me and the rest is history, as they say.

Figuratively and literally... pun totally intended!

lol

Thanks again for your time.

Alisa ;-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


wow, second stanza is incredible...

this is quite expressive...

three is a crowd...as Dr. Phil might say to him "what ar you thinkin'?"

telling lines, "lipstick stains/ when i wore none"

i used to believe in death do us part ...three times i believed it...now? mmmm

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Alisa Js
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