And so Ben Kept Jumping

I was taking care of Benjamin,

when I stopped by her house 

for a visit

For her

It was never that 

she wasn't sexy enough,

or that she wasn't clever enough,

or that she wasn't funny enough.

For THEM:

for the ones she adored.

It's that they simply wouldn't have her,

at least not in the way she'd like them to.

But I would,

if only she'd let me.

She told me all about them,

and my head inflated with hot hair

I grabbed Ben by the hand 

and we floated outside.

I watched him jump 

for the high hanging fruit

on her pie cherry tree.

How perfect and round

it must've looked for him.

I thought about a sweet girl back home:

one I never show the light of day,

and so I reached out to a low hanging

lonely

cherry,

and I handed it to Ben.

It may not have been the perfect round cherry

but it was one that he could enjoy.

Perhaps I'd grab that perfect round cherry

just for him

But then what?