I said, “You are the love of my life,”
“And you are mine, too,” she said,
Along with Ralph and Manny and Lou
And Roscoe and Marty and Ted.
It isn’t like she actually mentioned
The names of all those guys
But I knew they all figured in.
And I’m sure you can figure out why
I didn’t run down the litany each time
Because an argument would ensue.
After all, I was after some snuggling,
And a screaming match wouldn’t do
To encourage us to get together
And enjoy some skin on skin.
I so enjoyed holding on to her.
I ask you, is that some big sin?
In reality, it was like asking
A summer breeze not to blow
On anybody but me every time.
That would make no sense, you know.
So, I decided a long time back
To just get used to the situation.
I admit, ditching my jealousy
Was an uncomfortable sensation.
It means I have to look at things
Like the fact people can’t be mine.
No matter how close we ever get
There really is no visible line
They can cross and say to me
I am a slave and you just speak
And I will jump and whine for you.
Besides, I’m not really that weak.
So I discovered that I had to do
The only thing that would fit here.
I had to appreciate what we have
And hold every moment dear
Almost like she could disappear
In a poof of smoke like magic
If I failed to enjoy things now
And I found that idea tragic.
Maybe, in time, she will change
And want to be with just one guy.
As for me, I am very certain
I want that tone guy to be I.
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