He dusted off the old rocking chair & asked me to have a seat He'd tell me what he was doing there If I'd simply take a load off my feet
I found this gesture laughable I would rather stand! Then listen to another word Uttered by this despicable Man!
But His confidence eluded Him He knew I would protest & yet I saw Him conceal a grin At the denial of His request!
At this point, I couldn't even move I could barely breathe He acknowledged my discomfort, said, "Very well" & took the seat!
As He sat there callously, Scoping out the room He said He just could not believe The daffodils won't bloom!
This absurdity helped catch my breath I quickly snapped to interject, "**** the flowers! **** this place!" & turned to flee with great hast!
This made Him chortle with much glee He barked, "Silly, girl, you cannot leave! I know you've known this all along, The Cottage is where your Soul belongs!"
I felt so angry I could cry I hit my knees & pleaded: "WHY?! I kicked You out so long ago! Don't speak to me as if You know!"
& this is where the story twists: He dropped His grin & stood up quick Now, controlled by His brown eyes Forced to hear His every lie:
"I know that we have been apart, But that's no excuse to neglect your heart, & that is why I'm here again, to protect you from yourself, My friend..."
& that's the moment I lost my mind To hear Him call me "friend" As if His love, I could deny! (So, instead, I was forced to pretend)
But He already knew my tricks We played this game before All this time Our stubbornness Is the very quality We adored!
So, while He tried to lecture me I quickly stoked a match I had laced The Cottage previously & dropped it on a kerosine-soaked mat!
& as I laughed maniacally at the seconds we had left To my surprise He grinned idly As We slowly burned to death...