Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

Might As Well

Fifteen years past 
love swung down 
from its candy-apple tree
and took hold of us both 
by each ankle.

You wore high heels
like Cinderella,
they were uncomfortable
but were bedroom perfect.
The hotel was nothing fancy,
just glitzy enough.

Fifteen years on we are still alive, 
old folks sickness notwithstanding, 
all perfectly situated near
               a local Hospital.

Fifteen years from here
we may be moderately wealthy.
I have seen the ‘moderately wealthy’
they often are not so ideal,
but 
their financial cushions 
                    are perfect.

Maybe we will be divorced or dead,
perhaps not even nearly wealthy;
our worn out cushions 
               wearing thin.

Every once in a while
   perfection, 
                   like a circle
comes back again to fluff-up
our hopes.

It’s good to be here
getting on each other’s nerves.

I mean if we were not here being so perfect
we might as well be at Walmart shopping for shoes
or something -
                       I dunno.

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