Poem: Conflicted
Love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin and person. It's our nature.
Conflicted
She arrived late last night, again.
Out of the blue. No word she was coming.
No call, no text saying, hey, can I drop by and see you?
Just showed up unannounced. I found her when
I woke this morn and spotted her white
fur coat, tossed next to the door.
It gave me a chill.
You’d think
I’d be
used to
it by now.
We’ve had our
issues over the years.
She’s the reason my toes are
always cold. It was due to her
the little buggers got frostbit when
I was twelve years old. When I stuck my feet
in a tub of hot water and bawled in agony, she turned
a cold shoulder. Her uncaring nature irks me to no end.
Still, we often enjoy being together.
She can get down and hit the
town hard. And then,
she can also be
extremely
quiet.
Not full
of herself,
like Spring or Summer.
And oh my god, she can be so
sublimely beautiful it takes my breath away.
But rude, ya know?
To be honest,
I’m never
sorry to
see her
go.
Tom, my wife lives some of the parts you have in your lines :-)
Beautiful! She can certainly overstay her welcome at times. I loved "her white fur coat tossed next to the door."