Sonnet of the Week — May 16, 2020
"You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone," she said.
Old Blues tune, twelve bars in the key of A.
For a long time she’s been inside my head,
Now she’s leaving, and I think “Bless this day.”
One morn, a good thing finally turns bad.
The damnedest truth, you really don’t know how.
She’s off, she’s on, she’s out, she’s in, it’s sad.
What once was “When” has grown to be just “Now.”
In time I hope to figure out the means
Of living with a woman who like THAT
Can blow my life sky-high, to smithereens.
One day, not now, another time at bat.
Beautiful creatures, no way can I break
This queue of God’s bounty, all for Love’s sake.