THE THIRD WHEEL

A third wheel will have to be steel
…not to feel the pain of wheels
And the daunting bas of squeals
…which horn for their shed

II
I did invite her
Thinking we could with her share a meal
Never thinking her a hare
…to break me into a run for real

III
On that day
I wore heels to climb a hill for a nil
The sun refused to shed with day
Still, I was confident and promised to pay the bill

IV
As we sat
Mine took on a chat with her
Funny, I felt instantly fat
And felt it wasn’t fair

V
Kwame Bruku had ever called me fat
Turning me into a bat to lose sleep
My friend was anything but fat
And I couldn’t up with her keep

VI
So they talked and smiled
And shared silence on my contributions
They bonded and acted mild
And felt nothing even with my elocutions

V
Until I snapped and walked
Thinking I’d be followed for a talk
But I eventually turned and stalked
To see them hand in hand walk

VI
Home and tears
Single with fears
Seeing their cheers
Oh they looked like perfect dears!

VII
My friend, the restaurant owner called next day
I owed a sum of five hundred and sixty
I then remembered I told him I’d pay
But all I had in my account was two hundred and fifty

VIII
I did all I could to pay
He didn’t call me, neither did she
I had no one to sorry say
I was the catalyst to help them be

IX
And so I turned the third wheel
And tasted that feeling
And learnt to myself peel
To help them get their bonding

X
I was their miracle
But my heart needed to bleed to be
I turned their oracle
One they never paid a fee
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 20, 2020