A Piece of Cake
Though you loved me, I could not fulfill your
need
of spending money.
Though I loved you with passion and desire,
and the sex was great,
it was not enough for you.
You needed a man to take you out,
a man who could wine, dine, and dance.
And be your puppet on strings.
Enter, someone from your past,
an old flame was calling your name.
If he would only come you could be as one,
but you were here and he was there.
I was not a fool, so I thought,
I could see what was coming.
I knew the situation.
I knew that in time I would lose you to him.
I knew, but still I loved you.
My passion and desire refused to die.
Time went by and nothing changed,
except that his calls became more frequent.
I knew time was running out.
I believed that I would be ready.
I believed that I was prepared.
Greatly underestimating my ignorance,
I even thought that when the time came,
and you left me for the other,
I would not be hurt.
But, when you said he was coming,
like a bullet through my heart the hurt
became profound
and my sorrow began to flow freely.
Time had run out and I was left out.
You finally had your old lover.
I thought I would be ready.
I thought I was prepared,
but now I know that I was not and never
could have been.
How could I have ever thought
that losing you would be a piece of cake?
In spite of our vast differences Connie Lee,
I had loved you greatly.
by Michael A. Crane, Jr.
Original Version: December 3, 1991
Version 4: November 22, 2002
Some stanzas adjusted for consistency across devices: June 22, 2019
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