New Life

 

Life had a simplicity before I met you, 

darling,

a simplicity I loathed yet 

loved.

Life could be counted on

to give me Cheerios in the morning and

insomnia at night,

to take me to class day in and day out,

to be full of highway-noise and simple wallpaper,

big smiles and pleasant pleasantries and sameness.

Life was the hours of idleness, the 

cockroach on the wall,

the cut while shaving in a fogged-up mirror,

the daily muscle-fatigue in the gym

for the sake of girls who never cared.

Life was a pleasant blur, and I was a tin man.

Now everything has changed.

 

I love you.

NOTES OF AN UNDERGROUND HUMANIST

© 2014-2019 by Chris Wright