Forgotten Deals, My Dear Poem by John W. McEwers

Somehow you gave me the runarounds,
running around with larry
and Steuben
And Randy
and dope this, group sex that

I had an idea
that we would share that wedded bliss
of game nights with monopoly
and life
and sorry.

I had two good fingers
but that's not what you call double digits

Something about the way you said I do
made me think you'd completed that sentence.

The object was never me
Though it was implied

Silly John,
Though I guess you could've called us all that.