It was to be like any other day….
A Perfunctory Pat on the moppets’s head, a Token Hug to the wife
On to Boardroom brawls, Power Lunches, Charity Dinners…
A cursory glance at the Obituary Listings,
Hit me right in the Solar Plexus
My Mon Amour, my Raison d’etre, hard to believe, was no more.
Was it only yesterday, her father had dismissed our ‘Undying Love‘ proclamations
Called me an Unworthy Suitor, a Social Upstart after her monies…
My love meekly acquiesced and broke my heart into thousand pieces
This rejection became my driving force..
I quickly climbed the social ladders and married into money
The Trophy Wife never understood why
Perfume to me, was always Simply Floral
My love’s death is her Redemption and my Release…
From the all Pervading Fragrance of her Floral Perfume