This thing is strangling me
This thing I can't see
But can somehow feel.
I asked him if my face looks weird
Because I can't tell
If I'm smiling or frowning
Eyes wide
Like a mad scientist

I asked him to run away with me.
We could get a little house
With a shady front yard

No
He said
Another year
he said

In another year,
My dear,
I'll be gone.