Vacant hours increase with excuses
You have so much to do; that’s what you say…
Can’t spare any length of time like you use to do
What’s the inspiration for your new cologne spray?
There is an aggravation that messes with my head
It is an itch of doubt that won’t go away with shampoo
My eternal love for you was declared for all to see
Suddenly, I want to remove my aching blue heart tattoo
The dinner is over cooked and beyond shriveled
You arrive without an appetite and go to bed
As another day begins the atmosphere is clouded
Anger lifts its head and declares that love is dead
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cold-conclusion/
