Do I believe he ever loved me?
Well, I believe he thought he did!
I think he still does, because
you can’t turn off love like you
turn off a water tap.
But I think he’s into something,
just to forget me. And it isn’t right!
Yet I’m not a Marilyn in negligee…
but a woman of a certain age…
See me now humming my last chant,
fed up, still not quite yet but thinking
about giving up my “chick lit” poetry…
And what would I then write about?
(Well, I honestly don’t know!)
I’m so bloody down to earth, that’s
why I’m stuck with my blue moods.
That’s why I’m sitting at my window,
gloomy yearning, numb yet in tears
listen to Janis Joplin… Oh, she could
scream it out, couldn’t she! But I can’t!