Afterthought 623—A Song for Him

Posted in quatrain by maggie on 2016/01/24

Makes nothing much a difference to me
one way or your way, be it chance or whim,
if anything I'd show you's what you'll get to see
except what about him?

I knew all along we wouldn't last
later than two, maybe three, surely no more,
so before our morning's calling gets itself cast
aside, what was he for?

Makes nothing much a reason or a rhyme
how free it must feel to you so off on your own
kept up by your place in life keeping time
until you have his alone.

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