she grabs my hand and says, look at me, i love you.
yet, i dont believe it.she yells and screams, its not
love you wont, its sex, sorta like the nith inning.
she starts to laugh at the man next to her, theres
a mastake here and im it, do you remember are
song, you know the one where we both hold each
other close, then we make love.do you think of me
when your cheating with her, or am i just a foot note.
and the pointing of the door.she packs her stuff
and leaves a note, your dog with out a bone and
in the future you better watch..........

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-much-for-love/