I Love You, I Guess

Why I love you I cannot imagine:

Not ugly, but certainly not a movie star,

your choice of clothes hardly the latest fashion;

you drive what I can barely call a car.

 

I won’t say shallow, but you’re not an intellectual,

your emotional boxcars derailed and crashing.

Well past youth, becoming rather forgetful,

overspending, running short of cash.

 

Sometimes I think you’ve forgotten I exist,

watching TV or or leaving when I come in.

You’re hard to please; I’m always on your list

for one thing or another–it never ends.

 

Why I love you I really have no clue,

yet when all is said and done, I do.

 

Note: The addressee is hypothetical, the traits an amalgam.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper

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