Forgiven?

Forgive my brevity

But I’ve got so much to say

That I don’t want to waste a lot of time

In the saying of it

Or even

For that matter

Giving it a second’s thoughts

Why would I bother detailing

All that is on my mind

So copious, you know

And you there

So forlorn

Can I help you?

Would it be better if I were silent?

Should I not disturb

The long simmering resentment of your oppressive angst

So thoughtful of you to say no

Say so

So I go

Not having bothered about any of it really

And it all so interesting

You know, like those Paris nights before the war

When all we thought of was what party to....

But I’m making you even more morose

And me with wit and charm to spare

Prattling on about nothing

And everything, mind

I’ll take my leave now

And ask you to indulge in a kiss goodbye

In memory of all that I managed not to say

So much really

But then, that’s the point

Isn’t it?

So again I ask you to forgive my brevity

Ta