A Late Blooming
His pillow argued with his peace of mind.
The bedroom floor had abandoned his feet
for his heart now had wings.
Despite loving the same woman for decades,
he has a preposterous crush
on a silly giggling TV girl.
Perhaps (he thought), I should consider
one last inappropriate daydream.
The old man then died
smiling ironically with few regrets.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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