the couple sitting in front of us
got up abruptly, moved down an entire
row to vacant seats.
die-hard Madeline Peyroux fans, he said.
why? was I loud?
you were an asshole.
really?
yeah, you kept talking, and hooped and
hollered after every song.
I love her. I’m enthusiastic, I said.
you were an asshole, he insisted.
yeah? well, you shouldn’t have given me that
4th vodka rocks, I said.
I don’t remember pouring it down your
throat.
you twisted my arm.
maybe. but you were the asshole.
really?
mmmm.
did I embarrass you?
no. I’m with you, baby.
thanks.
for what?
for loving me when I’m
an asshole.
de rien, cherie, he said.
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This is magnificent, such poetry & truth without being poetic. Like life…brava!
how true, how true. beautifully written
Great poem, Alexis! I LOVE the ending. You nailed it, baby.
This struck a chord with me. One of the greatest lessons I try to teach my 15 year old son is to learn to forgive the ones you love. We all must do it again and again in life. And when you can’t do it any more, the relationship is over and only the pain of remembered cuts remain.
Sweet
ah, unconditional love….that’s what we all need and want…..lucky u!
That is LOVE. Truth, and forgiveness!
Been in that predicament before. It’s nice to be forgiven for our flaws.