Flash in the Pan

It was a flash in the pan

-an infant romance,

and it’s fading fast

like a breath in cold air.

File it away with the others,

the bottle-bronzed ones,

who never even scratched

your iceberg surface.

And get back in bed 

with the boring girl

who you cuckolded

for nearly a year.

And have a nice life 

with the woman 

who you don't love

and wont even touch.

Because I wasn't worth the fight.

I was no Helen of Troy.