He could solve a Rubik’s Cube
in five minutes flat every time-
that was enough for him.
Not that there was anything
inherently wrong in doing so-
at first she was even fascinated.
But so many mysteries were spoiled,
and she's always been one for mystery.
Knowing he had the secrets
didn’t seem to be the point for her.
Love is not a checked off list
of rote rubrics- nor was she.
She hasn’t held a Rubik’s Cube in years.
The magic was never really there, and hope
of thwarting the frustration factor
was all that kept him going.
Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.
4 comments:
I really like this! Thank you!
this really was expertly done... i love the play on words...
Oh, I get this. I think it's why I can't stand Rubic's Cubes -- and why I hated grading Freshman Comp papers according to a rubric!
I know just how she felt...
Thanks!
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