Excited fingertips
Tapping high notes
Just outside my door.
Their parallel delirium
dithered unshackled in the air.

“How could it be so funny?”
So many long years together
to snigger at the joke.
Such an extensive lifetime;
he still manages to makes her laugh.

Caught vague and ******.
I am the troll sullen in my cave.
Decrepit
The cave-dwelling brute,
scowling lone amid her haven.

Their cackles won’t stop
And my retreat is just a shelter
That that keeps out all the rest.