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Petal, now that is a great name for a woman.
It is not yours, but it is great nonetheless.
Should you really believe you might leave,
Allow me to be home alone for months on end,
And expect me to await your every return,
Happy to collect you at the airport,
Joyous when you walk through the door,
You very well might be sorely mistaken.
It appears you have love you cannot keep.
You have been so selfish in your pursuits.
"How long, pray, will you take advantage
of my patience?"
You hardly wrote to me at all, and I gather
Some of my letters to you have not been read
And many of the topics I raised not addressed.
You have been warned, time and again.
Our life together has been too tightly wound.
Your busy schedule precludes common wisdom.
You have forgotten that we are only passing by,
That we walk these streets but a few times.
The fact remains I can not take your absence.
I miss the warmth of your flesh next to mine.
My heart breaks when I turn my head in bed,
And see the pillow empty, without your face.
And now it is very early morning
And, you know me, that I speak truth
When I say 'I have not slept for days.'
Tomorrow I go to meet Pastor Borner and then
I have an appointment with my Doctor,
And although my face might not show
how tired I actually am
I really have no way to disguise my sadness.
Maybe you will get one more chance,
But, then again, maybe not.
The love affair seems over.
Woe takes the place
where happiness once reigned.
This thing of ours is unlikely, ever again,
to be the same.
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