My Mistress"M" Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Melancholy these days
Wants more than an association
Wants a closer relationship
It follows closer than my black dog
Does not lick or kiss me
But clings and shrouds instead
You see my last friend
Would only converse and talk
As if I was a gentleman stranger
I yearned for her love, her knowing
I needed the reassurance of her smile
Her spirit brought me magic
A bright shining light
If I was to lose that
The sun might set on my life
And Melancholy watching
Jealously from the sideline
Would be quick to move in
Irrevocably taking her place.