April Fool Poem

My poems have never rhymed. Even when I first started writing poetry during my depressed teenage angst years. I wrote this poem in my early 20’s. Near the end of my first torrid love affair after catching my love cheating on me. What better day to share it.

I thought when somebody told me he loved me
I'd feel like the Fourth of July.
So why was it only 
April the First
When I finally heard it from you?

© 2016 Jan L. Mayes
excerpt from Gossamer: A Poetry Collection.

Jan L. Mayes

Author, audiologist, educator, quiet activist, playing with words.

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