Ophelia's Wayward Muse: The Reawakening

Nonchalant Homage

... intrigue, in modern American poetry
(bonus points given to whomever gets the reference. ;)

A moment, please.
Just a word before you pack your things and
Exit my life, sans grand gesture or emotional outpouring.

I can't let you leave before taking the time
Simply to say
I really haven't anything interesting
To tell you, and I do understand
That's mostly to blame for your departure.

You claim to be shocked that I have
The capability for wit, or intriguing conversation
Lasting more than two hours.
Yet, all things considered, two hours
Is quite impressive, compared to your legendary
Lack of stamina and enthusiasm

I'm sorry.

I wanted you to know
I didn't eat the plums in the icebox
This morning,

It was not because I knew they were yours,
Or because I wanted to be considerate,
But because I honestly
Have never liked plums,
Or blueberries,
Mainly because of their life-threatening qualities.

Erring on the side of caution, I avoid
Anything indigo-coloured and squishy.

Also, the oversight is largely due to the fact
That nobody these days
Owns an icebox.

I'd apologise,
But I know you'd never understand.
You would merely be confused by
Inane ramblings lacking substance
And intellect.

When all is said and done,
I am perhaps too old-fashioned
For your appreciation.

Oh, and,
By the way...
Nothing.