Chupapito

Cocksucker


I apologized,
when I left her.
For we had been
the American Yuppie Dream.
Two incomes, no children. No love.

I appeased,
when we settled,
for too much money.
Her forgiveness I seek,
her permission to be
what I know I should be.

I am 40,
and we had been. . .
A lifetime, a union.
As friends, as lovers.
As husband and wife.

I regret, when I hear,
what she calls me today.
“Cocksucker,” I am branded.
A man who wants Dick.

Together 15 years,
And now these tears. . .
In relief or disbelief?
At what was, what is. . .
At wondering if I have missed. . .


A lifetime.