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Who Am I When He Is Unnamed?
Mark and Jenny had Young Love
met each other young
married young
swore to be forever young
young forever
Together.
The problem with Age
is that it changes
changes us
and as people, we wither
and the things that were once Young and Beautiful grow Old
Still Beautiful
but Old.
Mark and Jenny soon became
Jenny and Mark.
Smiles lost their symmetry,
sour emotions leaking through bleached teeth,
but trapped behind lips
chapped of love
left to turn breath rotten.
They became selfish
Unwilling
to exchange a passionate kiss for
a caring hug.
The bag below her left eye
challenging the wrinkle of his
right cheek
Their relationship was in suspense
like a domino
that might not fall
in the right place.
So they talked.
Talked
about how to give that domino
an extra push
How to add sugar to their coffee again
without gagging at the taste
of bitter masked by sweet
How to go back to a time where
they preferred that sweet
over the bitter
and when exactly that change was made.
They didn’t realize that
they were that change.
They talked about me.
Decided they wanted me
wanted to add me to their dysfunctional,
before-its-time,
love
that could either grow
or die.
Wanted me so they could have a family.
They wanted me.
But they didn’t expect him.
Him.
He who was a part of me
He who would make four instead of three
They didn’t want him.
Him
my unborn twin.
Jenny and Mark weren’t young anymore
That’s what the doctors had to explain
That healthy young
came from the young
and that as people, We wither.
We wither just like Jenny and Mark.
Jenny and Mark who had to choose
one or the other
me or him
the one with the weak heart or
the one with the underdeveloped brain.
They wanted me.
You see,
Love is a flower
It can grow
or It can die
and as people, We wither.
I was the young brought to their old
love born out of hate
trying to duct tape the pieces back
Together.
They wanted me.
But they tore me from him.
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