This young cat finally told his girl
he loved her, but she’s not sure
if she should dance with excitement now,
it took him long enough, but it’s a little
too late now even for a girl
like her who begged for the reassurance.
Now her well of love no longer stalks him
for the attention he barely gave,
or the conversations he scarcely engaged in,
or the phone calls that never came,
or the gifts he was too cheap to give
on birthdays and Christmas time or just
a simple surprise on a random day. She’s over
all of that slick-talking and dirty moves
—she’s moved on.
2 thoughts on “The Game Adults Play”
a very beautiful and realistic poem. just as you have named it- its just the game some people play and keep playing.
thanks. its a game played more than some of care to admit. maybe not all of those things but maybe 1 or 2.