Brownie Mix

Brownie Mix

A Poem by The Musings of Mary H.

I find it funny

 

he only thinks of me

when the clouds are

hovering over

a bite of chill is

in the air

a need to warm

him up

 

I am in my pajamas

eating brownies

listening to music

about the power of love

ignoring the phone

ringing

pretending its part

of the music

 

his voice burgeons

through the room

he says he feels lonely

to please call

as soon as possible

he is cold

 

I find it funny

 

I only think of him

when I am out of

brownie mix

I ask him to stop

by the store

pick up a box

and he might

just get that lucky

 

he is warm then

way to busy to do

this exerting chore

 

so I go out in my

night clothes

and get the box

myself.
 

© 2008 The Musings of Mary H.


Author's Note

The Musings of Mary H.
It's all about the brownie mix, baby!

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LOVE this. Its somethign no one really talks about. I know exactly what you mean. Its kind of a "love-hate" relationship but not quite. You're just there for when you need things, and being in each others company isn't dreadful but nothing you would go out of your way to get. Hah!! I can definately relate.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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