The day weeps 
heavy clouds heartbroken 
they leak tiny
little tears that 
tip tat like 
small fingers on
shoulders begging attention 
and I inside
listening and curious 
wondering just what 
might make the 
clouds cry quietly 

I can’t be
the only one 
feeling this way
but the only 
other one who 
I wish would 
sadly never will
and here I 
go yet again 
crooning this same 
old love song 
to a bunch 
of other people 
feeling the same 
way as me 

This is 
my witching 
hour time 
to conjure 
create and 
carry out
the spells 
a bit
of eye 
a tad
of ewe
and just 
a drop 
of wee
stirred once 
twice thrice 
makes morning 
this cuppa

I blamed you 
for stealing covers
all those nights 
me here shivering 
whilst you wrapped 
up like a
streusel or ball
of yarn and 
I in darkness 
searching in vain 
for the end 
to unravel but 
even now in
your absence linens
behave the same 
they and I
will never forget 

We orbit around 
each other like 
a planet and 
moon appearing then 
disappearing then appearing 
again like some 
little celestial dance 
I enjoy seeing 
you in my
sky when I 
do I enjoy 
the tug and 
pull of your 
energy upon me 
making my oceans 
move but if
anyone knows how 
to lasso a
moon please say 
for I am 
growing weary of
this eternal cha-cha-cha