Lost Golden Halo Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Been to the library, have Bible Code by Michael
Drosnin lined up - felt so good about life - about
everything, also got two Agatha Christie's: Ca-
ribbean Mystery & Elephants Can Remember

You said I bought the wrong sausage on purpose,
angry and disappointed you stormed out to get
your Russians - I am evil, justly ostracised
from your good graces

Now you have rejected my devilish offering the
evening is cold but that is all-right, why should
it be different, you enjoy your emotional game
making me feel guilty, dinner already spoiled

It does not matter, the warmth of today sustains
as I delight in cascading lines which flowed so
happily, tomorrow I shall be silent again,
silence is golden - I am gilded already

Then you apologised, I lost my golden halo
of self-righteousness, I am sorry too, though
we did not succeed in communicating then, we
are talking now, we were both right

And both wrong at the same time...