because it always
leads to let-downs.
Weaving silk
as the breeze blows,
I am just a poor pensioner,
trying to try my heart out.
By ringing
the number back,
I am the victim.
But I am also
the perpetrator,
sleighing the befuddled
for a fleeting moment of forever.
Begin and begin,
she pens like taxes
despite failing the fall.
We are all in this scam,
it's either arguing about dishes,
breaking up before,
or making it to death.