Thank you, Maude.
Without the despair
That your coldness
Has given me,
I would not have written
The words I’ve written.
I would have remained
A happy unknown
Bathing in the warmth
Of your crooked smile
Your beautiful, beautiful crooked smile.
Without your detachment
Our hands would have never parted
An embrace forever locked
Like lovers clasped in a tender tangle
Looking to eternity.
You have given me many words
But I would exchange
Them all
For the happiness
You would have given me
With your company.
