Sparkling Sunday, glittering sunshine and <br />blue sky, supermarket trip for a newspaper, <br />my eye caught by an article about Philippine <br />prisoners dancing Michael Jackson, never <br />knew the YouTube events was real before <br /> <br />When I looked up, you were gone, looking <br />everywhere, saw you leaving, ran to catch <br />up, ‘Why didn’t you indicate you’re leaving <br />when I was distracted? ’ – Angry eyes and <br />angry face, accusation in reply ‘I did wait <br /> <br />a while - you always get distracted, shopping <br />becomes a one-man show’ - I felt humiliated, <br />hostilities opened again, in future I shall try <br />not to offend; yet some consideration will <br />help human relations, never would I act <br /> <br />That way when I love someone - would you? <br />If you would - if you do - I speak a different <br />language in which humiliation never <br />equates with love, love means <br />something else to me...<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-you-45/
