GLAD WE HAD THIS LITTLE TALK

“There is something I need to tell you”
as I lead her to a chair for a sit.
“Now, this won’t be to easy for you to hear
but I had better get on with it.”

“See, for over a year I’ve been ‘occupied’,
lost with my head in the clouds,
I wanted to tell you, but knew you would yell,
and Honey you yell fairly loud.”

“The moments at night that you wonder
where in the world I could be,
well, you see I’ve been sneaking…”
Her interest was piquing, with doubts of my fidelity.

“She’s quite a remarkable mistress,”
I heard myself starting to say,
“She gives what I need when I need it;
she’s holding my wild heart at bay.”

“I’ve taken her down to the lake shore
to walk in the wet wave swept sand,
with the sound of the gulls acapella,
She’s quite magical here in my hands.”

“She shows me that life is a wonder,
most precious of gifts to behold,
with mirth and emotion, and puerile devotion,
she fills me right down to my soul.”

“I whisper sweet things in the night time
only to hear how it sounds,
she rolls off my tongue, and when I am done,
I’m ripe for a couple more rounds.”

“A few of my friends think I’m crazy,
the rest think I’m wasting my time,
but, the ones most approving can feel the earth moving
without knowing the reason or rhyme.”

“In the darkness of my empty old homestead,
We get lost in a heartfelt embrace,
With thoughts of me growing right there, and knowing
the intimacy of that vacant space.”

“I can’t break away from her power,
A spell cast from the very first word,
You’ve given me chances, but this new romance is
The most beautiful thing that I’ve endured.”

The hurt in her eyes was heartbreaking,
the sound of her voice mixed with sobs,
she sought her composure to give her some closure,
while I felt like an insufferable slob.

But she gathered herself in an instant,
I could see the words form in her head,
when she started to speak, I turned rather meek
and just listened to what she had said.

“I don’t know why you need to torture me,
my heart is about to explode.”
The hell and the fury of this woman scorned
is about to make her thoughts implode.

“Who is she?” she said. ”No, I don’t want to know,
Just leave me to process this scene”
Now fire and anger soon put me in danger
I never had seen her so mean.

“Are you telling me, you’re having an affair?”
I panicked, “Yes, all right? It’s the end!”
“Oh good” she exhaled. “For a minute there,
I thought you were writing again.”


Walt