Poem: Apart

It is not fair.

Like when you don't get to go to the fair.

Slicing a half.

And not returning a whole.

This is not a joke.

I need to soak.

This in brew.

To mellow out my pain.

Before all of this makes me insane.

Life is short.

But should not be spent apart.

I called today.

And you answered so sad.

But you were not mad.

But the pain.

Of me not being there.

Have drawn me to a stare.

I write.

And you bite.

FIN