{"id":99128,"date":"2021-06-26T23:59:32","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:59:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99128"},"modified":"2021-06-27T00:00:10","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T04:00:10","slug":"cest-la-vie-no","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/cest-la-vie-no\/","title":{"rendered":"C&#8217;est la vie, no"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a time<br \/>\na long, not forever ago<br \/>\nwhen a girl told me a<br \/>\nsecret not shared with<br \/>\njust anyone but she and<br \/>\nI were a thing and she<br \/>\nwas the first, of a sort<br \/>\nand what she told me<br \/>\nshouldn\u2019t have made me<br \/>\ndo anything but draw her<br \/>\ncloser and yet it did just<br \/>\nthe opposite and I don\u2019t<br \/>\neven really know why it<br \/>\ndid that but maybe that<br \/>\nis where the problem was<br \/>\nbecause the \u2018it\u2019 that got<br \/>\nthe blame was a nothing<br \/>\nthat I should have been<br \/>\nconcerned about and as I<br \/>\nwas young and stupid in<br \/>\nsuch things maybe just<br \/>\nmaybe if I could go back<br \/>\nand see that the problem<br \/>\nwas me then just maybe<br \/>\nwhat she took as a firm no<br \/>\nwould\u2019ve been something<br \/>\nwith more substance than<br \/>\nnothing and I could have<br \/>\nand I should have just said<br \/>\n\u2018It\u2019s okay\u201d and maybe just<br \/>\nmaybe since I can\u2019t change<br \/>\nwhat was I can someday<br \/>\nfind her and tell her I know<br \/>\nit shouldn\u2019t have changed<br \/>\nanything but would it be<br \/>\njust me sharing my problem<br \/>\nat least giving her a chance<br \/>\nto return the cold shoulder<br \/>\nshe should have been able<br \/>\nto cry on or have both our<br \/>\nshoulders now atrophied?<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2013 Mark L. Lucker<br \/>\n\u00a9 2021<br \/>\nhttp:\/\/lrd.to\/sxh9jntSbd  <\/strong><em><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a time a long, not forever ago when a girl told me a secret not shared with just anyone but she and I were a thing and she was the first, of a sort and what she told me shouldn\u2019t have made&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":694,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[4628,4620,2112,1072,4629],"class_list":["post-99128","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021prompt15","tag-2021hour15","tag-looking-back","tag-regret","tag-saying-no"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99128","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/694"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99128"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99154,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99128\/revisions\/99154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}