He lays there while

I give & give...

When he comes

he goes

& I'm forced to admit

that while giving him pleasure

I've smiled & savored...

But why does he not

try returning the favor?

Why does he only swing

by after drinks?

Is that asking too much?

Who knows what he thinks?

Because he doesn't talk

& that isn't good...

He never called back

when he said he would...

This could be the end

& if so I'll survive...

I did all I could to keep

our life alive...

But I can't send him flowers

each time he won't answer...

I can't call his number;

that isn't the answer...

The answer is this -

It's up to him now...

He can just walk away...

But if he wants to stay

he'll deliver the shiver;

He'll make it work somehow.

- Inspired By: Andrew -