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A Poem For a Friend…

Posted in Poetry, Ramblings with tags , on 2010/02/06 by R L Burns

I’m quiet, he says, but

Truly he is not.

He is as loud as a snowstorm,

As bright as the sun –

His words more than whispers

He is equalled by none  – when

He speaks we all listen, our souls enrapt

In the magic he sings us –

His tune forever trapped

In our hearts.

Marry Me?

Posted in life story, Ramblings with tags , , on 2010/01/11 by R L Burns

“Why don’t we get married?” he asked

As he sat on the footstool staring at me.

“Ex-squeeze me, WHAT?”

Was my confused reply.

“Will you marry me?” he asked –

Actually looking serious.

“Uh…Why would you even ask me

That?” I asked suspiciously, left eyebrow raised.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he smiled.

“Um, because…well…,” I stammered,

“We aren’t in love with each other is one reason.”

“Maybe not, but I love you and I know

You love me a little, and we get along really well…”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.  “And? You think this

Is a good idea, why, exactly?”

“I think it would be perfect.  We’re older now,

We are both romantics with no romance in our lives…”

“And you think marrying someone with whom

You are not in love is a good way to get romance in your life?”

“I didn’t mean that at all, Rose, you know it. 

I think we could make each other happy, don’t you?”

I shook my head and smiled at him sadly –

I almost wished he was right – almost, but not really.

“Jeffrey, no, I don’t think we would make each other happy.

Actually, we would drive each other insane…”

He started to speak but I held up my hand –

“Please, let me finish, honey….

 I have never been, and never will be cool enough

 Or thin enough for your rock and roll life-style…”

Again he started to speak, but I shook my head.

“I do love you, Jeff, but not like that.  You are my

Great friend and we have had lovely times together

But marriage would never work between us – not at all.

And besides that, I refuse to settle anymore. 

Been there.  Done that.  Twice.  I’ve

Married the absolutely wrong people and didn’t even

Get a cool t-shirt for my troubles….

I am so very flattered that you asked me,

That it even occurred to you that we might be

Happy together, but, no, I think, as

Bartleby the Scrivner would say,

I prefer not.”

He looked at me wistfully, sighed and replied

“I’ll ask you again when you’ve had some time to think.”

Then he left and drove back to Maryland…


How weird was that? 

I mean, I’m funny and all, but marry him? 

Maybe he was high…