Once upon a sleepless twilight, restless…wandering-no answers forthright.
Desperately I needed closure…some days less, some days more-
While I sniffed, nearly crying, suddenly I saw him spying
As if he thought I was buying, buying that his heart was sore-
“It’s my loathsome ex,” I sputtered, “spying at my bedroom door.”


I said this, and nothing more.
Forcing myself not to remember that dreadful day in late December;
~It all started in November; he asked for space more and more.
I was filled with pain and sorrow- wondering if I’d see him tomorrow-
He’d sing the song of a wistful swallow…swallow singing-freedom lorn.
Dreadfully, he sought release from my grasp. Apart, we were sadly torn.


He wanted my love nevermore~
I let him in most frightened, resentfully, wanting to be enlightened.
His presence scared me- dared me to say something clever that would change his mind.
And even now…I was nearly speechless because I couldn’t resist his sweetness.
“I knew it was you, seeking entry through my bedroom door-
Who else would it have been creeping…waiting at my chamber door?”
He said “I want you back,” and nothing more.
Instantly, my heart grew stronger; I wanted to wait no longer,
“You” I said “want my love…forevermore…Is this true?”
And the fact is he was trying, but coincidentally, he was slowly dying,
I tried to keep myself from crying, crying loudly on the floor,
“I was sure you didn’t mean it” –here he pulled me into his arms-


One last kiss…and nothing more.