Frigid
The swiftness of your parting
Makes, sadness the fashion of my heart
And every time it happens, wonder
What I’ve done or said to
Cause you thus to disembark
Should poets meet
In congregations to outdo
For what resolve or purpose can be found
I am at a loss my friend
To understand you
I never know and wonder often
Who it is
I often wonder who it is
Who hides behind the fridge
And why
Can you tell me why
I have this awful need to pry
© 15th January 2003
