Silver background of flat, immutable sky,
no sunshine, the stage of life is sad, the
fizzle is gone, all we need is a soft drizzle
to create a perfect feeling of nostalgia, so
glad you’re here, I climb onto your lap while
you’re trying to concentrate, interfering with
your work, when you complain, I threaten to
go away for the day, not an idle threat – must
visit Juliette, you prefer I stay, love my presence
you say, I demand some time, you decide you
require more than a mere embrace as your work
has been stopped; I laugh, delighted, this is
wonderful, emotions come and go, while they’re
flaming high we should enjoy before feelings
become stale…
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