It may well not be

A style for thee

But it is mine

And not thine



And so it will

Go on without pill

You wished me swallow

If I had been hollow



But you chose not

To get on top

Of this life

Without strife



And so you are

Alone and far

Away from me

As I sip tea



I wish you well

And love swell

For you deserve

The best of verve



- Tristram