My Daughter Was Asked To

“Go Out”

The Same Day That I Was Dumped

The irony

Speaks for itself.

I have such a great relationship

With my daughter.

We talk about everything.

So after I picked her up from school

And we settled in at the house

She was eager

To tell me that her relationship status

Had changed.

This was coming.

She has been flirting

And taking a liking to this guy

At her school.

He has appeared thus far

To be a gentleman.

It was in the works.

I know what nerve it took him

To ask my daughter out.

Puberty is bittersweet to me.

I can feel for his nervousness.

And after she told me

How it all went down

I had to tell her

That you were over here

This morning

Cutting me off.

My relationship status had changed also.

Unlike her detailed account

I couldn’t get into the specifics

But I was torn up inside.

It was obvious.

We all took a great liking to you.

“But it is what it is.”

“Such is life.”

Those last two sentences

Are the most overused banal

Pieces of literary shit

To come down the pike.

But they are also very true.

Again

The irony.

It hurts that I saw you last night

And I had no idea.

It sucks that this was premeditated

For several days

And I didn’t catch on.

In the back of my cobwebby mind

I guess I saw it coming

Now that I think about it.

Sparse phone calls.

Minimal texts

No response to the poem

That I wrote to you

And emailed.

I went into this relationship

With a very open mind

And with no expectations.

That’s probably the only reason

That I’m not going to fall so hard.

Oh

It hurts

Because I fell in love with you

But

“I’ll survive.”

LOL!

Another piece of cliche drivel.

So I’m hurting

Listening to my daughter

Being excited

About her new relationship status.

I’m happy for her.

Bittersweet puberty.

With a dark heart

I share in her joy.

But the reality is

At some point on her journey

She will feel like I do tonight.

Possibly many times over.

And I will have to be there for her

And I will know how that feels.

That’s the other side of falling in love.

Again

With the irony.