Its late.
I cant sleep.
My mind wanders.
It searches for you.

Looking for the times.
I spent warm in this bed.
too small for us both.

My memory loves you.
It asks about you all the time.
my heart hates you.
it reminds me in the silence.

That the air is still
the room is quite
my bed is cold.
I am alone.

you will fall in love with "him" and he will die

it will not be funny

you will dream about "him" and you will cry

it will not be funny

(the next day)

you will see "him" in the man you hate the most and you will fall in love the second time around

it will not be funny

but you will just laugh it off because he will love you too

it will not be the funniest love story
but it will be loved by many

it will not be your first love
but it will be true

it will be out of love-hate
but it will be infinite

****
it will be
trust me

Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary,
How does your
Hydroponic
Garden grow?

To be honest,
Said Mary,
I'm fairly airy-fairy now
And that's as contrary
As i know how to be -

I've mellowed with age
And grow lots of sage
As I'm perimenopausal
And have grown a
Dorsal fin between
My cleavage.

Sorry.