Poetry Friday - sliding expectations
Today I have another poem by Sophie Hannah. This one is rather sad, but all too true.
Loss Adjuster
Scale down your expectations once again
From rest of life to years to one whole night
To will he wander past a phone or pen.
If he would only either ring or write.
Get real and scale those expectations down
From conversation to a single word.
Seen through the window of a shop in town
If not by you then by a trusted third
Party, or, if a sighting is too much
To hope for, as undoubtedly it is,
Scale down your hopes and aim to see or touch
Someone whose name sounds similar to his.
A scale of one to ten. Two weeks ago
He dared to keep you waiting while he slept.
Scale down much further and today’s poor show
Tomorrow you’ll be happy to accept.
Sophie Hannah, Love Me Slender