Ode to my samwich.

I'd abandoned you today as I rushed away.
Heading out the door without a second thought.
Then lunch came...
I'd remembered the Chairman of the Board.
Oh how he sang of love and life, what bliss.
Thinking how cold and lonely you where & in the dark.
I found another and yet longed for you.
For tomorrow we shall meet again & consumate what I had
brought usunder.
Tomorrow shall be our day.

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A query into love. A quandary if you will. To prepare such a
proposition takes precision and much practice. For is it
like a blood moon over a still lake? Fathomable feelings or
fantasy like rain on the sun?