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“Rhetorical Question”
She wasn’t really
in the mood
for an answer
to her rhetorical
question
why he didn’t
show up as
promised,
it didn’t really
matter
in her mind
any more
so tired of
getting lost
behind
some unplanned
event
he didn’t care to
get out of
one more thing
he put before her,
she no longer had
the energy
to fight for
his attention
watching it
slip away
from the sidelines
now
a spectator
to her own
dying relationship
somedays wishing
she’d catch him
cheating on her
give her the
reason
to walk out that
front door,
but she knew
that he wasn’t
he was happy
to hold on to
the remnants
of what they
once had
losing himself
in outside activities
to fill up his
time,
her only real
role
she felt
was to balance
out the room
a useless tool
he kept around
more afraid of
an empty space
in his life
then trying to
find
something that
really works for
him
to use in place
of her,
she wasn’t much
better
maybe even worse
she thought
if you want
to compare their
stats
but she didn’t
she knew that
she carried a
share
of the blame
also
no need to
analyze it
to find out
how much,
she looks down
at her reheated
dinner
pushes the peas
away
from her mash
potatoes
separating
two foods
that were never
meant to be
together,
he flicks on
the television
cuts away the
fat
from his very
rare
roast beef
before picking
back up the
remote
and switching to
the “Bachelor”
one of the
few things
they still did
together,
things could be
worse
she figures
she could be
living with a
guy
that doesn’t like
any of her
shows…
Tom Allen…06-19-2018…
She wasn’t really
in the mood
for an answer
to her rhetorical
question
why he didn’t
show up as
promised,
it didn’t really
matter
in her mind
any more
so tired of
getting lost
behind
some unplanned
event
he didn’t care to
get out of
one more thing
he put before her,
she no longer had
the energy
to fight for
his attention
watching it
slip away
from the sidelines
now
a spectator
to her own
dying relationship
somedays wishing
she’d catch him
cheating on her
give her the
reason
to walk out that
front door,
but she knew
that he wasn’t
he was happy
to hold on to
the remnants
of what they
once had
losing himself
in outside activities
to fill up his
time,
her only real
role
she felt
was to balance
out the room
a useless tool
he kept around
more afraid of
an empty space
in his life
then trying to
find
something that
really works for
him
to use in place
of her,
she wasn’t much
better
maybe even worse
she thought
if you want
to compare their
stats
but she didn’t
she knew that
she carried a
share
of the blame
also
no need to
analyze it
to find out
how much,
she looks down
at her reheated
dinner
pushes the peas
away
from her mash
potatoes
separating
two foods
that were never
meant to be
together,
he flicks on
the television
cuts away the
fat
from his very
rare
roast beef
before picking
back up the
remote
and switching to
the “Bachelor”
one of the
few things
they still did
together,
things could be
worse
she figures
she could be
living with a
guy
that doesn’t like
any of her
shows…
Tom Allen…06-19-2018…