Disenchantment

by Leah L. Cole

You weren't my first love
Light another candle on
My birthday cake
I thought you'd be my
Last and the only one I'd
Really want.

What we mistook for
Solemn grandeur
Was only an inflated
Childish pipedream
Making smoke ring castles
In dark corners of a
Musty mansion library
And now I climb
Onto my tricycle
And pedal off into
The perfect Hollywood sunset

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