I find it strange to be sitting
In the restaurant with you
Where last night you sat with another
The stories we tell ourselves
To pretend we're ok
Are necessary lies
Married for 23 years
No wonder you crave
Something else
And all this makes no sense
For two people who love
Or maybe it makes better sense
You cannot be all things to all people
Even if you want to be
And who says that you want to be
So I will sit in my seat
You will sit in yours
And we will tell stories
How the kids have been
When the bills are due
Who asked who for sex last
Then we will move on
To more important stories
Those that can only be shared in the dark
How attractive he was
In to whips and chains
Will you see him again
Promises of loyalty will be spoken
Always dutiful to each other and family
Plans for the future just for laughs
How do you think this will play out
Will there be a winner and a loser
I hate losing
In this game
I know I will lose
So why play
Play along just enough
So that the story can stand
And I cannot appear to be broken
Tell myself stories
About how I will win
And maybe meet someone for dinner myself
But I was always solitary
And that won't change now
So why pretend
This game is just for you
You play well
I have to admire it
Or do I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Erin Cowart. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.