Questions & No Answers

I love the morning after

With dawn light coffee brew

Crumpled sheets

Possessive pillows

Will I make a cuppa for you

Or leave a note before I go?

Like those questions

For a bloody matrimony

I don’t have to go

I do

I don’t know your ways

I do?

With last January mist

Past sweepers joggers

On the first bus to a lonely beach

Without your sweet words

And other crap

Love’s sweeter alone bereft?

My ways are simple

Boring routine

Of give and take

Without doubt

I will give myself

Will you take it?

Do I have time for proud men

Who wish to speak but not reply?

Do I care for wise women

Without humour to mock oneself?

Do I prefer the judge that idiot

Or friends happy with the award?

Do I listen to your studied silence

Or wait for you to speak?

My ways are simple

Boring routine

Of give and take

Without doubt

I will take you

Will you give it?

You have your answers

I will listen

For once with mouth wide shut

I will remember you

Sounds like fickle infidelity

Without my answers?