The Man That Got Away
Sometimes writing checks and phone banking and signing petitions and educating others and being an out minority lesbian feminist activist working mother with a butch wife still doesn't feel like enough. Isn't that funny? Some part of my brain will kick in defensively to say, "What about the blog? It's inspired people and helped them to be a little braver in their lives. It's brought strangers together!" The other part just shrugs, hangs its head a little lower. I still haven't made an It Gets Better video, because I don't want it to trick me into feeling like I'm off the hook or something.
A wise man once sang (and sometimes still does), Nobody's off the hook.
This is dedicated to all you babies, from one lone mama. I'd scoop you, every last one of you, up into my arms if I could:
The night is bitter, the stars have lost their glitter The winds grow colder, suddenly you're older And all because of the man that got away
No more his eager call, the writings on the wall The dreams you've dreamed have all gone astray
The man that won you has run off and undone you That great beginning has seen a final inning Don't know what happened, it's all a crazy game
No more that all-time thrill, for you've been through the mill And never a new love will be the same
Good riddance, goodbye Every trick of his you're on to But fools will be fools, and where's he gone to?
The road gets rougher, it's lonelier and tougher With hope you'll burn up, tomorrow he might turn up There's just no letup, the livelong night and day
Ever since this world began, there is nothing sadder than A one-man woman, looking for the man that got away The man that got away
Try not to go astray, y'all.