untitled poem #14

Come again, my love,
and tickle my funny bone the way
you used to do.
I’ve been getting help
for that bad habit
and have a better job.
I eat right and
exercise daily now
and often
volunteer at church,
so you can expect
a brand new person,
not the one you grew tired of
and slept around on.
or was that me?
Anyway, I’ve made
a meatloaf
with that special sauce
you love, sweet,
tangy, and spicy, all in one,
and mashed potatoes,
made with sour cream and tons of butter.
See you at 8-
I’ll leave the door unlocked-
wait, don’t you still have a key?
Never mind
Oh and if you remember,
could you bring my copy
of Barber’s Violin Concerto?
that’d be great.
No biggie,
just if you think of it.
Love,
Me.