At This…Thing

[ShardHunter]

So...here's a poem.

At This…Thing

When I met him
I called him “Dad”

That made me so
Happy

I guess
In some kinda way
It made him happy too

In retrospect, really
What the fuck was I
Thinking

An incredibly grown
Sexy
Woman
Married or no
Calling some guy she just met
“Dad”

Really, what the fuck was I
Thinking
What did I expect

In the long run,
It became exactly what
Any normal man would
Have presumed

At least he wasn’t …
Sleazy
About it

If memory serves, he was
Much more
Matter of fact
So much so it
Took me completely off guard