The day has turned rather late,
As I stare at my empty plate.
I wonder if the universe forgot my serving
Of the much needed portion of loving.
Too generous a serving makes excessive demands on my ribs,
And, my appetite has waned for distilling truth from your fibs.
This is probably the last time you’re the cause of any poetry
As I determinedly push away the stench of your memory.
But, truth is that somewhere in my crazy heart, I still crave you
As hungry thoughts sit there teasing me to unplug the corkscrew.