She always seemed to have last year’s haircut,
The worst of the previous “Best Consumer’s Guide,”
Yesterday’s news, dollar late, day short—
A lamenting bride’s maid, and never the bride.
But she viewed her life from the rear view mirror,
Always pining for what had been,
Telling me about the slings and arrows
Of her latest ex, or the former best friend.
And I suppose when I give up, too,
And go on about my fro-ward way,
She’ll be telling someone how wonderful I was,
Which, would actually be nice to hear, today.
-jenn long
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