Darling ... You Send Me



On Sunday night - you called me, full of life

To tell me about the parental visit, and the knife

... The invisible one they both held at each other's throats 

The longer sword your Dad had hidden under his coat



It made you laugh to relay the whole scene to me

You sounded so relaxed, lively, and care-free ...

And so I let it go on - thought it was good for you

To be so wrapped up in their song, and not your blues



Now two days have gone by, without even a peep

And then you call again last night, tears to seep

I listened attentively to your so sad tale of woe 

How your laughing had caused this stunning blow

 

And now I'm so sad your pneumonia has returned 

Just because of the laughs encouraged by my burn

And so now I wonder if I'm doing you any good at all

Or is my Love making the two of us absolute fools?



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

10:50am Wed Jan 5th, 2000