One woman's search for knowledge, truth, beauty, serenity, peace, harmony and all that crap.
Published on April 20, 2006 By Ms Mitchell In Poetry
The Fortune Cookie

"Never let go too soon. Never hold on too long."
Well, that’s the trick, isn’t it?
If only we could get a look at the script ahead of time
Then we would know our cues.

When to take center stage and when to exit stage right.

In our little drama
I have consistently flubbed my lines.
Or you flubbed yours.
Or maybe we’re performing two entirely different plays.

Last night you comforted me.
And I was so mad at you
For not recognizing that
In every romantic comedy
The two best friends always end up together.

You said I would meet someone who would sweep me off my feet.

You’ve said that before
This time I didn’t think
Why not you?
Stupid Stupid-head.

This time I listened to you.
This time I heard you.
This time I heard all your love.
Every aching wish for God’s blessings on my head.

Finally I know where we stand.
We are precious to each other and
We are each destined for somebody else.
I finally get it.

You asked what I wanted for a wedding-gift someday.
Draw my portrait so I can see the way you see me.
That would be the perfect gift

I can let go and I know
You’ll call me right back

Comments
on Apr 20, 2006
Ms. Mitchell - this just tears at me. Beautifully done and achingly familiar. I've lived each role, the one longing for more and the one holding back. How tortured it all can be. I hope (at least), that the players in your scenes perform their lines with heart and understated humor.

This poem would have depressed me, but it was too beautifully done (I know I said that already, but still, it's true).

I'm no literary critic, but I'll say this:
I turn off my music and pay close attention when reading your posts.
Thanks for sharing your excellent talent - Moskowitz