I understand your flexible connections,
A constant flightiness diverts you away.
Time spent elsewhere with someone else,
Blank chapters and verses in near blindness.
In times of need you abandon my dolour,
That emptiness impacts upon any progress.
I’m not amused when you complicate life,
Honeyed hints dropped into an open mind.
Then in an instant erased from opportunity,
Your avant garde flarf becomes you so well.
Human foibles and eccentricities excite you,
A touch of the Orientals enhances your world.
Mad verses of Haiku and Twaitu flow at ease,
In silence I often wait for your communication.
You mollify moments of bleakness by surprise,
Simply a single word from you arouses desires.
Empty pages brim with a confident composure,
Your permanency is fragile but I appreciate you.
Missing you leaves unfilled hours and long days,
Your presence embraces my quality of existence.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 26/04/2015