The Third Poem of the Night

Wow. You got dumped.
You loved him and somehow
he didn’t love you. That’s
the poem?

The thing I’ve learned from
my own misadventures is
there is ALWAYS two sides
of every story.

Always. Love is hard. Rock
hard. And people don’t ever
find their perfect match.
I did. Yes, I brag.

But I know my ex-wife
will tell a very different story
one where I am the villain
in every way.

Who is lying? Who is telling
the truth? You. Them. Them.
You. Truth. Lies. “So whats?”
“But… because…”

I am in every way…
…the imperfect narrator.

= © 2024 Matthew S. Spira