Fussy - a Sonnet

December 2019

Tonight I feel like crying

In a desperate sort of way

Like a dog at the door whining

For its owner to come back and play.

Nothing feels wrong,

My breath just won’t stay straight

Because my mind is filled with her song

One that I love to hate.

Her soft kiss against the tang of liquor

Was the duo that left a haze in my eyes.

It’s been some time since I’ve thought of her

But my reaction would read otherwise.

If only the world were as fair as her hair,

She would be here, or maybe I there.