I spoke to you
Of Dolphins and snorkels
I rubbed your back
With forty two sunblock
I made you smile
With tall glasses of Pimms
And when heavens gushed
I gave you rain cover
I sent you poems
And romantic billet doux
My fingers sky danced
On qwertyuiop buttons
But your age old loads
Became burdensome traumas
As you chose shadows
And smoked lonely cheroots
So if I walk
With a shrug of my psyche
Because love’s not wanted
Caresses put on hold
In dark corners
Your burdens are nurtured
Dark drawn curtains
As in Great Expectations
You cling to pain
You choose to be haunted
While all I can do
Is spit at eyes of the tiger
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