So Sad

Although I wish it wasn't so,
It is now clear enough for me to know:
That I have become just a booty call,
Once a day, and that is all;

But I love you, still, my dear,
My sweet janjan.
And I wish you all the best,

Don't bother to call,
It's really nothing at all,
I'll be gone real soon,
And you will see me
In the light of the moon.

I loved you,
And better than anyone else will ever do.

December 13, 2008, for Jan.

Copyright 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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