The thought of

You brings some

Joy like cloud

Bursts on the

Dog days of

Summer but mostly

Questions like a

Dog at the

Fence wondering if

The bus will

Bring Jack or

Jill back home

Yes I’m guilty

Of forcing your

Roundness into the

Square hole of

Me guilty of

Concocting a dream

Of us and

Happily ever after

When the truth

Of you withered

On the vine

Like ignored and

Passed over fruit

Left to rot

In reality’s sun

Back to planting

I will tend

To my orchard

The next time

Around bringing home

Next years harvest

Free again at

Long last again

Alone again at

Long last alone

The cobwebs of

You swept aside

No longer a

Slave to the

Meal you promised

As paltry as

Your affection was

I can now

Once again at

Long last once

Again dine from

The full buffet

That life is