Upon Reflection

Upon Reflection

Had our roles been reversed
it would’ve been romantic—
her tossing playful pebbles
against my bedroom window

Me inviting her in
out of the morning cold
where she asks forgiveness
for dumping me

It would’ve been cute—
a story worth telling
the grandchildren

But begging her to take me back
by attaching a note to a thrown brick
may have been a bit too much


(Written to yesterday’s Living Poetry Prompt. Definitely not a true story. Honest.)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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18 Responses to Upon Reflection

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Lol is this true or fictional? I am intrigued…

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  2. I’d be so happy if someone threw a brick with a love note attached through my window. Just saying

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  3. This made me laugh out loud! Thanks for doing that Bart, laughter is in short supply in the UK at the moment. Sending all the kids back to school en mass is bumping up the Covid infection rates up again.
    ❤👩‍🦰💛

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  4. Very funny. Didn’t see that coming.

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