We exchange phony prizes in the cheapest hotels,
Toasting each other for not doing well.
We spill prosecco on sticky diner tables
And curse out the friends whose paths are more stable.
Our skulls house delusions greater than Gatsby’s.
We stopped reading books and grew into patsies.
I look back and wonder – how did we get lost?
Did we pass the line we should not have crossed?
Still, as long as I am not alone in this roaring blunder,
My pettiness and I, we cannot be torn asunder.
What I lose for love, I lose without hesitation.
Me and you, we do not need their sparkly validation.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 