My heart did leap a mighty leap,
Leaving a hole of dire longing very deep,
And since then I have been unable to sleep,
Wondering if I did all I could to keep,
If my efforts were not at best very cheap,
If I should have been a little more radical than sheep,
Wondering if instead of a worthwhile chase I did not opt to creep,
Unable to accept that I earned the poor harvest I am forced to reap,
Triggers from your picture on my phone as it vibrated in a second long beep,
I am not sure if you mistakenly called me from your sleep,
In the fondest stinging memories of you I now have to steep,
I weep!
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
