Forget What Happed Between Us
My muse once sleeping is awake.
She was up long before daybreak
to catch the first long-distance bus.
“Forget what happed between us”.
She's been so nice to me last night
and so submissive that I might
have thought that she and I… Alas,
“Forget what happed between us”.
“I tired, - she said, - to be your muse,
to search for reasons to excuse
your absences, to wait, to cuss…
Forget what happed between us.
You are the most ingrate brunet
with blue-grey eyes I ever met
and furthermore, you’re Russian. Thus
forget what happed between us.”
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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