You call me up, wondering why,

Asking who my words are by.

 

But … My Dear Sir, you must’ve forgotten,

Or perhaps you never knew,

I had a much richer imagination well before you.

 

You call me up, wanting to discuss

All of the things drifting through my mind,

Asking if I’m now in love,

Trying to see if we are still aligned.

 

You demand I come clean,

On all the men I’ve seen.

Yet, my world’s been much brighter,

For lack of your bitter angry scene.

 

But the time has passed,

Accusations flying.

Although you never bothered ask

Before this romance found it dying.

 

And, probings indeed are needed,

For those who do not like the light.

But no questions ever came my way,

Before I left this dreadful fight.

 

So, do not blame me for your lack of knowledge,

On where my heart and head are standing,

I’ve had it with your wallowing …

And, quite enough of your loud grandstanding!

 

It is not my job to comfort all the nightmares,

You are clearly having … since we are well beyond the realm of sharing.

 

Now, go ahead and save your nightly inquiries,

You lost the chance to know me all,

These soft, fine hands are much better off

Without your tired worn-out walls.

 

You call me up … my biggest fan,

Well I bet you are, over analyzing as you do.

But it is much too late, My Dearest Sir,

Because my love is done and through.