This prompt assumes facts not in evidence
since I have no knowledge of missing one, wanting one,
or being in a relationship currently.
Sad boring life that’s mine
no one’s ever got away that I’d have kept
if I’d had my way.
The ones I never got, I’ve decided
weren’t in my best interest to attain.
Never got confirmation; it’s what I choose
to believe, like the choice to
cheer for Superman or scream at CNN.
My strategy: going with what’s easiest
even over what may be sanest.
Love or obsession you say,
as if the distinction is close and blurred.
The facts are these: they are two sides
of the same oily coin—
the difference being
the presence or absence of reciprocity.
For further clarification
love is represented on the requited side,
and obsession is the side that’s not…requited.
And since I’m bereft of anymore heart-room
to revisit the long–ago haunts
in my psyche where love memories live,
this is my anti- poem because I’m not in that space
and I have no more interest in waking that shit up.
If I am obsessed with any thing
possessed by the mere presence of it
covetous of it as intangible as it might be,
I’d have to say it’s my sanity
that I protect adamantly
from things so unseemly as
love of an ideal person
with ideal-traits I attribute to him in my head.
Or worse, obsession over that which
presented no real measure of encouragement
to harbor such a naked affinity.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #8, unusual love connection. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.