The Dump Truck Joke
We were once madly in love,
Young hearts caught in reckless fire.
Then I told you the dump truck joke—
A laugh, then silence,And slowly, I walked away.
I chased shadows in skirts,
Mistook freedom for fulfillment,
But birthdays came, and so did my wishes—
Simple texts, silent prayers,
A whisper from the past to say: I remember.
You found Malcolm.
I watched from the sidelines,
Respectful, but aching.
Then years slipped like sand,
And again, I reached out?
As my own love story unraveled.
But Darren was there—
A wall I dared not climb.
So I stepped back,
Yet still, every January,
I typed your name?
And sent another candle on a digital cake.
Then Darlene died.
My world fractured like ice beneath weight,
Darkness crept in corners I once called home.
And just when the night felt endless—
You.
A message.
A lifeline from the woman
I never quite stopped loving.
We met, we laughed, we rebuilt—
Brick by careful brick,
A bridge across all we’d lost.
Love bloomed again.
I tasted happiness?
With the kind of wonder only age can give.
But time—
It plays cruel tricks.
In the blink of an eye, the romance faded.
Not with fury.
Not with fire.
But with quiet resignation.
It wasn’t meant to be.
Still, you’re here—
A friend, a tether,
Proof that some bonds don’t shatter,
Even when love slips through the cracks.
And though the dump truck joke
Broke us once,
Your laughter still echoes
In the heart I never gave away.
Scott W
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Scott Worth
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