9 Days to go...
Upon the shower panel today,
An empty "Gold Flake" packet lay.
As I was giving the kids a wash,
And saved myself from the water slosh,
My eyes fell upon a glistening thing,
Behind the shelf it was neatly sitting.
An impish guy had hidden it thus,
Be back. We really need to discuss!
Remember the days when we dated?
To get married, how eagerly you waited!
And promised that after we wed,
The ash stick would eternally be shed.
The promise, wrecked and forgone,
Resurfaced, when the first one was born.
And then again after the second one came,
You pledged to quit. Ah! A tall claim!
Much water passed beneath the bridge,
Between us, it sometimes created a ridge.
Your plan to quit does never occur,
The only matter where we never concur.
And look at you! You mailed me a snap,
Holding a cigarette between your fingers' gap!
How could you believe I wouldn't observe?
Once back, a piece of my mind you deserve!
8 Days to go...
Go if you have to, but remember a little thing.
Your absence will almost always bring,
An eerie dejected zone inside my little heart,
That seems to ruthlessly tear me apart.
Go if you have to, but what it does to me,
Unsettled and miserable, for everyone to see.
Can't recall when I last heard my laughter,
What's great about anything since you left thereafter?
Go if you have to, but wouldn't it be nice?
If you could manage to keep your travel concise?
Your month long absence is too hard to abide,
Impossible to do without you by my side.
Go if you have to, but is there another way?
That matters can be handled while you here stay?
Can't proceedings be conducted over the phone and emails?
Why then are the modern inventions so hyped and hailed?
Go if you have to, but always bear in mind,
Whilst I struggle alone, the world isn't kind.
I may sail through or I may even sink,
Next time you step outside, just pause and re-think.