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Longing

I didn’t ask for Prince Charming
Didn’t want the Knight in shining armor
To come sweeping down off his horse to rescue me

Wasn’t taking a bite of nobody’s apple
talking to a mirror for validation of my beauty
trying to get dwarves to “pay my bills..pay my telephone bill…pay my automobile….then maybe we could chill…”

my longing was for something realer, deeper…
simpler…
Sunday morning bagels, after Saturday night spooning
Matching BMW’s in the driveway
Real vacations that were spur of the moment, and didn’t involve a payment plan…

I wanted a man
A man with vision, with goals
With a destiny

Bring me a man to match my mountains
A man with clarity of purpose
One that cold hold his own

‘cause I’d already proven that I could hold mine, and then some…
hell, I could be the Mama and the Daddy
why couldn’t I be the wife?

I never had fantasies about baking pies, and cooking hot meals
For some brother to drop his briefcase at the doorstep
While asking me to bring him his slippers

I just wanted one that wouldn’t hit me for not bringing him his beer while it was still cold

I never imagined that that longing
That dream
Would become a hardened lump of coal in my throat

I never imagined that that lump would be my heart

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