Chance Poem by Richard Phipps

A chance desire to meet,
left me begging at your feet.
A triumph of the mind,
if not defeat.

A situation out of hand,
spurred on by great demand.
A misunderstanding of my mind,
but not my heart.

As I watch you leave the room,
something of me lists in doom.
How do I put together,
this fight of altogether.

Please keep me in your mind.
No, never leave me behind.
A trip around life's deck,
and then, oh what the heck.

Woefully inept, he crept into bed and slid into the ink of delirium.