Renee' Drummond-Brown writes

Dear John, 

Dear John,

I hope

this poem

finds you

in the best of health.

I love you

BUT…

I found

someone else.

He’s actually

your best friend

and

my babies’

dad.

I promise you though,

he

did-not

destroy

what you and I

once had.

I just grew tired

of you

being away

so

very long.

One thing led

to another;

felt so right

an’ yet

so wrong.

We tried to tell you

before

you left

for war.

But then

like the Temptations

we both thought

another

mind war;

hmm~~~

what is it good for?

So,

as stated before,

I love you,

BUT…

I found someone else~~~

that I

just

absolutely

adore.

Dear Jody,

Oh,

no one

must’ve

told you,

an’ you still

don’t know?

I married

your

best friend

LONG; LONG

LOOOOONG

before

I left home.

She gets

‘YOUR’

allotments,

medical coverage,

social security

and

my pension too.

We’re on an island

(military base)

‘laughin’

our butts off;

bout

how

WE BOTH

PLAYED YOU!

Hey Jody,

How’s them projects;

I left you in?

All them mixed babies?

The welfare checks

and my drug dealing

best friend?

Sorry sister girl,

you got played in the end.

See you,

when we come home

with

our

son,

daughter,

dog

and

Mercedes Benz.

Love John,

Your ex-lover and best friend.

 
Dedicated to: Oorah~~~Semper Fidelis~~~You ‘gotta’ pay to play ‘wit’ a few good men!!!

Unfaithful -- Marco Tulio Riccioppo