The Twenty First Day…

dropped the mic

…the day you met your most recent/or last love

Well, I never “met” my last love. That mofo ain’t have the nut sac to meet me. Or he just ain’t wanna…either way, I fell for someone hundreds of miles away and he was in a relationship with everything and everyone but me.
(He’d deny it like a no-good baby daddy on Maury…but I have the DNA tests. [Digitally Notated Affirmation] also known as I seent it with my own eyes, LOL)
Well, one day in early October 2007 while on Yahoo 360 (The old site I used to be on)…I get this friend request from this cat. He looked young and kinda cute, but I wasn’t checking for anyone just then. I had just gotten rid of a liar and was working him out of my system. We connected and next thing you know…he’s commenting on my poetry. Gushing about how GREAT it is. I was thankful…I’m always gracious when someone reads my work and gives me love, so there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about that. He was like anyone else in that way.
As time passed on, dude became an “ear”…more like an eye. He and I traded IM’s as he offered his shoulder. I accepted. We talked and I remembered saying to him that he had so many women vying for his attention. We’d laugh about it. I used to use this high-pitched groupie voice and beg him to sign my left breast with his loooove signature…in jest of course. We were becoming good friends. Again, nothing was desired of him. He shared his music as I shared more poetry. He sang to everybody me and I found, yet again…someone with whom I had an artistic connection. It was cool. 
Before I could spit a poem on a mic…we were giggling and staying up all day and night on the phone. Promises were made, dates to meet were cancelled, excuses sung…blah blah blah meow meow meow…end result, I dropped the mic.
the mic was mute
the lies were moot
all i needed was time to reboot
no more to say
no song to play
nothing left to make me stay
no rhyme to the reason
no love where there’s treason
no love just grieving…
no lifetime…just a season
sound check…too much reverb
the ground shook, nobody heard
so, i dropped the mic…no more words
I could’ve hated him…but, I really don’t. I wish him well. He gave me lots of inspiration and opened me up to online talk shows, thread parties on blog posts and friends I still have in his absence. He gifted me with a lot of things,..but, in the end…I had to gift myself with reality.
Long Distance is NOT for the kid. lol