One day,
The man woke up to a dark,
Silent, and empty house.
Besides the old, dusty, brown
Chairs and sofa,
And alone with some old rusty
Appliances, nothing else
Could be seen there.
He looked and looked.
They weren't anywhere.
His wife and three children
Were no longer here.
It was only him-
ALONE.
One would surely think
That it would have mattered,
Even just a little bit, to him,
That his family had just
Suddenly had enough
And so they disappeared,
Completely, from his life.
But!  He still spent all of his time
At a job he only hated.
He still spent any of his spare time
That he had on the newest
Phone.
He still spent most of his
Waking hours in the latest car,
Driving, driving, driving
Well, everywhere!
For, he never stayed home
With his family,
That at one time, had loved
Him and did many, many things
For him, things that he always
Took for granted.
Why, some would even say
That he really didn't miss them
At all!  For, throughout the years,
Not a day during spring, summer,
Or fall did either the mother
Nor the children ever enter
His mind.
And, if any of them ever did,
Well then....
Nevermind!
He had other important
Things to do you know,
Other than think about them,
Four forgotten and misplaced
Objects that he only would use
And toss aside, day after day,
March, April, and May.
Remember!
He had to work.
He just didn't ever have any time,
Not even an hour, to spare,
Even if he did care!
He had plenty of time to spare,
However, to be on his phone,
Day after day,
Night after night.......
And, then suddenly, just like that,
All of the three children
Had all grown.
And just how he had missed it all
Shall remain, just like a mystery,
Unknown.

He's just too busy!

Tonight,
I shall encompass my lover's high quarters
And sweetly serenade my master
By a grand company of numerous bright
And twinkling stars
As I stand before his balcony 'neath
The moonlight,
Along with a coterie of master
Flutists and harpists,
I shall dance, in a gown of silken spun
White, along the lush green grass
As I sing a sweet, sweet lullaby,
Hoping to stir my lover's ears to listen
And awaken to hear only words
Of longing, a passionate love,
Flowing rapidly and freely from my
Quivering lips, my heart and soul dance,
And just like the fireflies, they both
Take flight, in anticipation of my master's
Quick footsteps up above upon
The balcony's stone steps,
I await his handsome and familiar face
Above, yearning for his arms
To envelop me just like the comforting
Wings of a dove, I also wait
For his strong lips that would devour
Mine with an endless deep love!
I sing,
"Come, my sleeping master!
Show me thy dark and handsome face!
Look down upon me, your lover,
With your loving dark eyes,
And see a lovely picture of a love
And devotion so rare,
As I wait impatiently in my place,
For just a glimpse of thee,
Perhaps just a glimpse of thy very dark
Hair?  Oh, my love!
Come near!
And, do be quick about it, my dear!"
For, I shall never again pass another night's
Peaceful rest upon my empty and lonesome
Bed, if ever you were to never show me
The presence of thy very own dark head!
But, I shall have to pass a cold night's
Restless slumber with only these two
Loathsome companions,
As depressing company,
Sadness and dread,
Tossing to-and-fro
And only wishing that I were dead.
My love!
Awaken and come to me
For how I so loveth only thee!
Should I then climb your stairs and storm
Through thy darkened bed chamber
For just a glimpse of thy dark face
As I eagerly kiss thee,
My handsome sleeping prince,
All over thy face and blackened brow,
I do kiss thee now, over and over
A thousand times, I kiss thee!
Over and over a thousand times,
I do fondly caress thee,
My sleeping prince!
Over and over a thousand times,
I do hold thee very tightly,
My loving master!
Oh, how I yearn for thee nightly,
For I only adore and worship thee,
As I silently linger until the morning hours
Shine in upon the two of us,
With the sun's shining light so brightly,
I rest quietly beside thy bed,
Close, and near at thy knee,
I rest beside thee, my true love,
Under the stars and moonlight.

"My dear.......But, who has made you
This sad that you must cry?"
For he only heard her sobs.
He only saw the tears that fell down
A pale cheek.
"Tell me, won't you please?"
"Can't you try?"
He only gave her a moment
Before he bent down his dark head
And gently kissed each green eye
That cried.
She looked up at him and smiled.
The tears stopped falling.
The sadness in her eyes
Had suddenly disappeared,
Like the dark clouds  clearing
On a bright sunny spring day.
She became changed
And in a most becoming way!
He smiled just as brightly too
And opened his mouth to say,
"My dear.....But, who has made you
This happy that you must smile?"
And, he reached out a hand,
"Come, my dear.
Sit with me for a while."