CONTROL FREAK.

A WOMAN AND HER CONTROL FREAK BOYFRIEND.

He seeks to undermine you.

He likes that, you muse. Making

A date then leaving you standing

 

Waiting and not turn up. I’ll be

There this time, he said, just be

Patient, don’t leave too soon.

 

You waited until the rain was

Too heavy and your clothes hung

Like drowned souls. He never

 

Answers texts or emails or calls

On his cell phone, just lets you

Drift on life’s ocean like flotsam.

 

The morning brings bright sunlight

Through windows, birdsong from

Branches, and raised voices from

 

The couple in the apartment upstairs

And the breakage of crockery and

Thumps and bumps. Mother said

 

He’s a control freak, a manager of

Another’s life and ways and means

And whom they see and why and

 

When. But love covers a multitude

Of sins now and then. You will give

Him another chance. Sufficient rope

 

With which to hang. You will watch

His manner and moods, study his

Words and promises, keep yourself

 

Ready, be on your toes, hoping he’ll

Turn up this time; he might, who knows.