Is it, that I’ve missed you, or
That I’ve nothing else to write
Is it, that I kissed you, yes, on
That moonlit midsummer night
Is it, as I’ve often insisted, or, that
The darkness should follow the light
Is it, that you resisted, yes, on
That chance meeting of second sight
Is it, that I tricked you, or, that already
I was outbound, mind & body in flight
Is it, you the calm, cool, critic, yes, on
The explanation of what is & isn’t right
Is it that on looking back, or, that
In search of your once elusive slight
Is it, you of the distant missive, yes, on
That cloud of effervescent, silver-white
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
