The elephant in the room,
More like a dinosaur in our bed-room,
Was an ignored omen of our doom.
The unaddressable dinosaur in our room.
If it weren’t so distinct,
I’d think it all one real bad dream.
This thing supposed to be extinct
Made the relationship easy to predict.
The damn thing so quickly tore
Through the one thing I most cared for,
And so our love went out the door.
How scary and how dreary
That our fate should end in misery.
Could it be this will be healing,
Or will I be left again feeling
That I wish I were merely dreaming?
One conversation,
Even just a little attention,
Should have remedied
What the dinosaur undid.
In the end, he was the winner
Because I couldn't let it linger.
If you must know, this was about much more
Than just the damn dinosaur.
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