The Vial of Cheap Perfume
Two ago years to the day,
Since he took her heart away.
"I'm sorry," said he,
"But you're just not what's best for me."
The breakup wouldn't have hurt so much,
If he had just treated it as such,
And not acted like she still had a chance.
If he hadn't asked her for one last dance,
Hadn't kept on giving her little gifts.
So now all she ever does is she sits and sifts,
Through the pieces of her broken heart.
Looking for the missing part.
And finally in the very end,
She was done in by the words "Let's still be friends."
Because she couldn't think that it wasn't right.
As long as she had him by day, though not by night,
Then what they had was still good and real.
But in the end he gave her a lousy deal,
And all she has to show for all her years of hurt
Is an Aerosmith t-shirt,
And a bouquet of daisies in the living room.
Plus a few Christmas cards, and a vial of cheap perfume.
E. Suzanne Durell
Copyright ©2001 E. Durell