Sunday Sonnets—You Never Had A Chance
It’s been a few weeks. I bet you thought I had forgotten. I bet you wish I had forgotten. Sunday Sonnets have returned, at least for this week. And no, I have not gotten any better at composing sonnets. I’m not studying sonnets or reading sonnets for inspiration. Fact of the matter is, I really don’t even know what a sonnet is! I know it’s supposed to have 14 lines but I think the lines are supposed to have some sort of meter and quite possibly rhyme.
I’ve got 14 lines. That’s about it. I just picked the moniker because I thought it sounded good. I could have just as easily called the series–Hey Look, I Wrote a Poem! But it’s not really poetry either.
So, anyway. It’s been quite a long week full of activity, last minute school preparations, end of sumer blowout family fun days, kittens, and more. Yet somehow, this weeks Sunday Sonnet was inspired by a fairly traumatic personal experience for me where in I replaced my wallet, my companion, of some twenty years. The replacement wallet came from a little Amish leather shop we had visited on Tuesday.
It lasted 3 days!
You Never Had a Chance
It’s not your fault, believe me.
You had no control over how this would play out.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Really.
You tried. You gave it a go.
I tried you also, but my heart was never in it.
Don’t get me wrong, I like you.
I do.
But you’re not the same.
You never will be. You never could be.
We had a history. A lifetime.
You had three days.
I gave you a chance, but you never really had one.
Twenty years is just too much to overcome.
(Last night, I pulled out my sewing machine and repaired my dear old wallet. The way I see it, it could last another couple of years. Maybe then, I’ll be ready for a replacement.)
