Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Nothing means Everything.

P.S. Notes from my desk #22

In case you’re going what the eff in your head. 

And she’s just all over the place;

Gee! Really! She says, you don’t know huh?!

Go ahead! Leave! Clearly seeing red.

And you’re clueless, was it something I did or said?

As you take your pillow; walk over to the spare bed.

You lie there, thinking…

God! She’s impossible and I’m brain dead.

Then try this my friend;

Go back; with love, ask what happened instead.

Nothing!!! She’ll say, ready for bloodshed.

Don’t leave then; stick around,

Ask again. And again. Times hundred.

Until she’ll soften, her voice, it’ll crack.

Tears will fall; she’ll talk, her hurt she’ll shed.

Hug her then, hold her tight.

Tell her you love her, don’t leave that unsaid.

Then watch your world come alive,

You’ll wake up in your double bed,

Here honey; she’ll say, here’s your coffee in bed.

Once again you’ll go; what the eff in your head.

How did I go from being a shithead to a thoroughbred?

Oh well! Maybe it’s just me, you’ll grin in bed.

But deep down you’ll know,

As you’ll bite into your buttered bread.

It was all in a poem, you once read.

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