Saturday night without Rudi, Juliette is angry
because I’m bad company, longing to be in the
arms of my emailing beloved, staring in a trance,
I’ve tried making desultory conversation, Werner
came over, Juliette turned into the sweetest flower,
I enjoyed her antics so much, I forgot to mope for Rudi
When she engaged him in kissing, I grew jealous, wishing
Rudi were here, cursing the Saturday for making me lose
my ability to visualize, I could not conjure a vision of me
in my beloved’s arms, the company preventing me from
realizing dreams – Oh Rudi, when you are not here, I miss
you immensely, I know your going away frequently
Keeps the flame of love burning high – but it is such agony,
like today, when I feel desperate for your arms – crying si-
lently, hiding my pain, you are supposed to return home
again and I trust that you will – but oh, trust is not enough
when I miss you, maybe your being here would have cooled
the longing I feel – but sometimes this exquisite agony
Is just too much, I end up a wreck, longing for you, is that
wrong, should I learn to like being without you? – I believe
I should, but learning is painful, once Juliette takes Werner
away, I plan on crying my pain into my pillow tonight...
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