
with my mom. She complains of /
old age. I don’t mind.
Oh, that Muse! Would that she/
would simply run away with me!/
We could together thus shun/
any hint of vile prostitution/
as we wrote each other poetry!/
Relationship trust/
is built with time, together,/
tenacious trying.
Were we still together
Going off to bed
I might lean over
And kiss your sleepy head
Or tenderly caress
Your soft bright cheek
And ease your stress
With gentle words that I speak.
We’re now miles apart,
Yet I still long to say
Sweet words and kind thoughts
To help close your day.
My feelings have grown since I went.
Why should a night away be different?