That you have lived life ahead of me
Does me not the good you think
Because the longing in your eyes
Are not from wanting to explore me
The excitement in your voice is not from re-visiting me after a while apart
You are hard pressed to even acknowledge a new outfit
Or better yet a recent trip to the salon
Always jumpy and ill at ease
Your eyes darting around
Like a reporter in a war-torn, third world country
I realize I am not the exotic woman you thought you'd end up with
A dream of your youth which the 9-5 cliché robbed you of
So don't two time with your dream
Go, follow her
She is a cruel mistress your heart
And she wants what she wants
I too am better off
Because every hug you wrap me in
Is an ode to trips untravelled.
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