Archive 11/12/10

 

   

I Miss You

                                                                  

OK, so I full-well know what I promised you as well as myself,

And so too do you, all too full-well —

That I wouldn't say, in your nearly-two-full-week absence

(Which, already, has stretched, fully, into its fifth day),

"I miss you."

 

But can you believe that each time I've phoned you,

I've slipped, uncontrollably, expressed my huge longing for you,

With at least three or five "I miss you" confessions,

Followed by that many "There I go, again!"s,

As though they might whitewash or whiteout my blunders?

 

You wouldn't think that stifling one little innocuous clause

Would be so insurmountably impossible to do,

And yet it's like trying to dam up a whole ocean,

With just my tongue and lips,

Which, obviously, is too preposterous a feat for my feeble skills.

 

OK, so I'm supposed to call you, this morning, after ten.

What if, somehow, I trick you into carrying the entire conversation

And all I do is initiate it, with a "Hello, schveethaaawt,"

Conclude it, with an "I looove you" silencing into "Good-bye,"

And, thus, keep my half a million "I miss you"s bottled up inside?

 

But what if your female intuition sees through my crafty strategy,

Engages me, by asking what I've been doing at work,

Which current events have captured my interest,

And I lose my last iota of resolve, start spewing "I miss you"s,

Unleashing them, with a furious fervor you've never heard?

 

Then what? Will you decide I'm not a man of my word,

That my word's not worth a plug nickel, plug horse, plug of chaw,

And suspect that I've got a Brooklyn Bridge to sell you, next?

Or might you, after all, affectionately abet my transgressions,

By elaborating my "I miss you"s, with "I miss you, too"s?

 

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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