Do not ask me why.
Do not ask me why do I pretend,
It is her doing, not my thinking.
Poem, she is incorrigible,
Has no sense of time.
Walks in as she pleases.
Bangs the door down,
Usually sits beside me, on the sofa,
Surprisingly does not complain of the poor upholstery.
Some times cross legged, at times rare though,
She stretches out, snuggles close
Always a woman with her own mind.
Makes a cup of cofee, sips alone,
Has never offered to make me one.
Hates television, does not mind my flipping channels
Abrupt and most predictable in her exit,
Never fails to pass through the door
Like a ghost, an apparition
Gone too soon,
I sit left behind alone
Not knowing what to do,
The movie long over,
Empty seats and spilled popcorn
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