Confession of a Love
She hated him.
Could she tell that to the shrink?
She hated the ex-lover with all her heart.
How dared he jilt her for that bit of a tart?
How dared he stab her to the hilt,
Straight to her broken heart?
The wound was deep and hurt
Oh Lord, how it hurt.
Now she knew what a broken heart was.
But she would not cry. Plenty of fish!
Her heart craved for love.
She'll love on the rebound.
What does she care?
So she'll confess all to the shrink.
Would he understand?
He looked so young, but
That's how she loved them:
Young and full of pluck.
To think how shy she was of him
during her first sessions.
So she would not open her heart,
but closed like a clam
she invented things.
Time had arrived for the truth.
She lay back on the couch.
She could see clouds
gathering outside the window.
An omen? A memory?
Where were he and the tart?
On an isolated bench
under an umbrella?
Would those hailstones large as balls
were to fall on them.
She thought of snow and Christmas bells
but the hailstones rattled the window.
Then she realized, the stones
had the form of a zero.
Time to end a romance and start another.
She turned towards the shrink
and smiled and fantasized....
he was so handsome after all.
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