Anti-Love Poem (April Challenge 14/2)

Prompt 2: an anti-love poem.

No longer beautiful,
no longer young –
but worse, you’ve become
stupid and scared.

You used to be
a gracious man
as well as
a memorable lover.

No more long hair
no more poetry
no more original thought
and no more daring.

Now you are
permanently middle-aged
and ordinary, like everyone.
No more fire.

If you hadn’t
got back in touch
you’d always have been
a question mark.

(Sigh!) I could wish
for ignorant bliss
rather than this burlesque
of my romantic memories.