⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Love has a life to trade in,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀its bed gone tired and old,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀shared dreams lost wandered off,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀its most heated arguments cold,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and the kids’ eyes looking up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀like dried stains in an empty cup.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Love has a life to trade in,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀each deciding who gets what,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀leaving the other what’ll hurt,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀windows broken, doors shut,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀finding the spirit’s secret delight
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if the ex will be alone the night.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Trade in love for life brand new,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀get what you can on your past;
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀like a shirt or a car or a home,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no lover can be expected to last.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀No one gives permanent ecstasy,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so trade in what was for what’ll be.

prompted by A Birthday in August ~ Sara Teasdale
at the imaginary garden with real toads,
borrowing from Teasdale’s Barter,
as posted at Poetry Out Loud

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2 Responses to Trade-In

  1. Where’s the blue book for lovers?
    Somethings area a-miss.

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