129. Second Guess


Well, my first kiss went a-courtin’
In my 20-nothin’ year –
I shared it with a woman
Lured me dancin’ with her leer.
We met just three times after that
Afore she gripped my mind with fear
That the spice we grew had lost its zest
Since we’d caught up in the heat of that fest
With her hand drawing mine close to breast –
I shoulda second guessed.

Now I say we met three days
But that was part of our two weeks –
She shared a list of guys who gave her
More than pecks on cheeks –
And that, though she has so little friends,
They still make my chance look bleak
Since every plan I make fails the test
If her schedule can’t handle the mess
Till it’s finally laid to unrest –
I shoulda second guessed.

I bought pasta to cook for her
And waited for her heart to stir
But rain checks clouded up our crystal skies –
I was doing laundry while I wait
When her lips then made me hesitate
As I saw them firmly mount another guy’s!

I shoulda known that three months visit
Was too short a time to love,
Despite her dreams of single mothering
Without bonds from up above –
But now I see why loyalty
Must have a future to behove:
Marriage is why dating does exist –
So each person feels that they must invest
Or else one ends up rather pissed
Because the other was wrong to confess
Being just another dog in a dress –
I shoulda kept my kiss.


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