POEM - We’ve Made it this Far, Haven’t We?

I guess this was the real deal

Not just a passing phase

We stuck it out

All these years

And haven’t killed each other yet

Believe me, there have been times

Opportunities aplenty

When either of us

Could have taken it to far

Thrown one more glass jar at my head

After you swore the first was an accident

Or I might have left the iron on high

On a day you were going to sleep in

A wrong pill or an errant arrow

The occasional toaster in the tub

We did none of these things

Never even allowed mention of the merest thought of the idea

To cross into consciousness

And stew and simmer

Until it boiled over

Into something unspeakable

But like Guinevere sang to Lancelot

If I ever leave you

It wouldn't be ever

Because each season there is something

That you make better

That I just can’t live without

Though that being said

No one is really all that happy in summer

So as long as we are miserable

If we ever do call this off

            (Which I’m not saying we ever will)

Let’s do it in summer

It’s already the most unpleasant time

Might as well give it another reason to be such

Besides the van down by the river

The one I will be living in

Is parked at a KOA

That’s only open in summer

But we really don’t need to go there

We are happy and blissful

And we've done pretty well

Suppressing our homicidal tendencies

While keeping up the appearance of normality