Be Careful What You Wish For

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He wished to be alone — he told her so often enough.

She — his work— social obligations — all were annoyances at times.

Eventually, it came to pass — after many many years — his wish granted.

He is alone. She wonders if he realizes?

He raved and drank and wished to return to the place he was respected.

She was not enough — he had sacrificed his life — he was angry all the time.

Eventually, it came to pass — after many many months— his wish granted.

He returned back to his old life. She wonders if he’s still angry?

He wished for his teams to win titles and championships above all things.

She did not play games. Nor wear blue. Nor care much about anyone who did.

Eventually, it came to pass — after many many games — his wish granted.

He has season tickets. She wonders if he bought just one?

He wished for The Perfect Woman. His profile described her exactly.

She was too this— too that. Too Much Woman. Too Real.

Eventually, it came to pass — after many many swipes — his wish granted.

He lives a virtual existence. She wonders if he ever fucks?

After the divorce, She was done with Men. Or so She thought.

One Valentine’s Day She got her first tattoo — “Freedom” across a wrist.

Eventually, it came to pass — after many many men — her wish granted.

She understood she could never tolerate the bindings of courtship.

And She wonders what took her so long?

Namaste.