And so, my darling <br />(who isn't my darling) <br />come, show me, <br />what will you bring me today? <br />What joys, what gifts, <br />what fleeting happiness <br />for all of which, of course, you will pay? <br />Come, play me that song <br />(that isn't 'our' song) : <br />kiss me, as you love me; <br />-yes, I'll play along; <br />hold my hand, <br />guide my steps, <br />as I smile up at you <br />and pretend to forget <br />the one to whom I say <br />'I love you too'. <br /> <br />Come, let's look and see <br />what this newborn day may hold; <br />I'll stride alongside next to you; <br />let me act as the bold <br />returner of your spirit; <br />never mind, that I'll never quite feel it; <br /> <br />Come, bring me those flowers, <br />tell me you love me on the hour, <br />a flood of smiles returned, <br />adoration not openly spurned, <br />never questioning why <br />I cannot meet the gaze <br />of those kindly fluidish eyes; <br /> <br />Come, stroke me, show your care, <br />til I notice who is there; <br />come, write me your love notes <br />as my true love once wrote; <br />come, let me use you <br />as the ointment in the wound, <br />plastered over by affection, <br />sewn up by attention. <br /> <br />Come, and I will join the ride; <br />for tomorrow I may awake and decide <br />that the smile from outwardly in <br />shows every sign it may begin <br />to come from inwards out, instead. <br />And, as we away to bed, <br />I wonder, could I, should I, <br />might I let go, and try <br />when morning comes again <br />to nurture love, not as that same <br />bitterly swallowed little pill, <br />but just for you, who lays there still?<br /><br />Tara McH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-availability-of-mr-right-now/
