Look, there’s no question
that at one point, we were all in love with your lady,
but for the most part,
we got over it.
We grew up.
We found other beauties
upon whom to heap our untoward affection.

It was a special time, certainly,
but those days have passed.
I, for one, have matured.
I no longer lust after
that particular kettle of fish.
Not that there’s anything wrong
with what you’ve got.
She’s still quite a handsome woman
but
in the intervening years
I have found that a woman who is less clinically insane is more to my liking.

A female less prone
to stabbing a man in the eye
is what I lean towards today.
I prefer the kind who will not fritter away my savings
on cross-country shell-games
or trading livestock for legumes.
You do you, obviously,
and let crazy be crazy.

I’m just saying
we all once wore those glasses of rose.
I changed my prescription last week
when she blocked me on the socials.
Now I’ve seen the light.
When do you think you’ll man up
and follow suit?