late Thursday night texting

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. -------------------------------------------------------- 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?