Life is mean

walking in the

sunshine

on a warm

Autumn day.

I walk beside

my best 

friend.

My mom.

Usually

we talk 

about

nothing.

the weather,

Dinner,

life.

Whatever,

As we walk

we get

on the

subject 

of love.

The subject

our family

seems

to be cursed

with.

not finding love,

but we are looking.

I talk

about my

ex husband

you talk

about yours,

my father.

Our lives

so similar,

yet so different.

they seem

to-intersect

at times.

Why do 

you think

we keep looking

for love?

I ask,

my mom.

She walks

a little bit

then she replies.

Its 

because

Life can be

Mean and hard.

It can beat

you up.

Its nice to have

that one person

no matter

what that will

be there for

you. 

I smile.

Yes it is

mom.

Life is mean.

Then I smile

as the sun beats 

down on me.

I kick the falling

leaves at my 

feet

and they crunch

under

my shoe.

I think 

to myself,

LIfe is Mean.

But sometimes,

If you are lucky 

you can trick

life.

Get a Second 

chance.

and I did.