You are a constant contradiction
causing me this friction
you're like a drinking
this strange elixir
a  "fixer"
I wolf down that stuff
Your tonic

which to me is...
so ironic
Or is it now?
I think I'm doing everything right
seems like I'm doing everything wrong
One minute we are at odds
and the next minute we get along

So...
it's way too complicated
for you to go to the store
add it to my list
like just count another chore
I keep checking off bite-size pieces
snack size kisses?

I'm not sure though we might have these  insurmountable odds
I guess we'll see if there's dessert after dinner
Winner winner
a dessert mint on my pillow

Except I have to go in there
and think it might be a dream
As real as it may seem
That sleep is the only thing I might find
tonight
And wish that you
could hold me tight
at least one more time
before I go.

Cherie Nolan © 2016