#17

 The haze around

My eyes wear off,

You brush my hair

With hands so soft.

“I love you, I love you…”

You keep on saying,

But, you say the same

To the phone you’re answ’ring.

Dress and brush

Your mane of hair

Now go and rush

‘Cuz you have to get there.

Just leave me here,

Flat on the bed,

tired and naked,

and exhausted.

Smile one last time

Before departing,

please don’t invite

Me to the wedding.

-The Black Squid