Oh that night you did abscond after saying of me you were so fond.

You were a mere blip in my memory bank but from the present you did me yank

When I saw you had emailed from a ship that had already sailed

Catapulting me to the darn past full of memories that were a blast

What did it all signify? An impulse? Love? Or once again to defy?

I wrote back hoping it meant something but to him who absconded it meant nothing

Only a few words to mystify. A peek from where he does hide

Was the plan to make my heart go astir? Tell me! Tell me something sir!

It’s not fair to rise from the abyss. Knowing your words I surely did miss

You just severed the last ties of our bond by choosing to once again abscond

A ghost can be Casper all it wants but not to this girl who knows what she wants

Oh honeybee sweet honeybee, I know now you really don’t love me

Don’t you even worry about me. I’m as happy as can be

I want to hate you but I can not. You are my muse and I just wrote a lot

Thank you.

Let me know what you think about my poem. My muse doesn’t amuse me with his antics. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Guady G