I hate you!
With a passion.
You deny that you know me,
Yet we were so close not so long ago…
I knew you intimately…
your every detail was seared on my brain.
I made up rhymes,
gave you a name I could not forget…
I created you
and breathed life into you.
Without me, you could not exist!
and then I did the unforgivable and forgot,
and now I am shut out like a stranger
given the virtual cold shoulder.
The worst of it is,
that I know the failings are all on my part
so please do not send me to virtual Coventry,
for that ring road is a punishment to great for me to bear.
Look, just because I don't remember the detail..
Please do not take it personally…
for that would be an absurdity.
This is not of my choosing,
I am the one that is losing,
and I will not be my position abusing
If you force me to take that irrevocable step
and admit that the very thing I swore not to forget,
that the foolproof method for remembering
and before you know it I will end our relationship
our separation will be final
and I will be forced to chose your replacement.
Look on the bright side,
I will keep your replacement secret,
and you may take some comfort from the fact
that I am in a persistent pattern of short term relationships.
Swearing to each successor that they are the one that will not be replaced,
that I will treasure each detail of their identity
Give me a clue,
or we are through
Password, I hate you.
Whoever you are!
You are history….
...now that is a good idea,
which queen shall I pick
- will it be Anne or Vic….