Don't you think
its strange,
that water,
which is
colourless,
tasteless,
odourless,
totally unspectacular
and ordinary,
and yet,
it is so important,
to our survival?
There must be a moral
somewhere,
but can't think of it.
It is my ex-wife's 35th birthday.
I actually remembered her 21st
quite vividly.
Rented a boat,
bought food and drinks,
invited her closest friends,
and threw her a surprise.
She was stunned
into tears.
The party cost me $500,
was like alot of money then.
I wonder how is she,
if she is alright,
who is she with,
if he is treating her right.
Guess she is not mine
to care
anymore.
But can't help thinking
about her,
all day.
But memories are meant
for the dead.
Peace resides
in the cemetry.
I shan't live in
could have beens
might have beens
should have beens
would have beens.
But for today,
I'd just wish her the best,
in my heart,
afterall,
she was once
mine.
