Hello, my love, it's me again,
I hope you are feeling well.
I am waiting to hear from you
And the waiting is pure hell.
I know I am way down the list
Of those important to you
I do not want to let you know
Your importance, so I'm blue.
But it surely is hard on me
Especially when you say
That I am your woman and yet
I'm not in any real way.
I know that I should end this but
It has its finer moments
And it now seems I live for them
Despite that which this foments.
Don't worry, I'll not bother you
Even though you bother me
Although I'd really like to know
What sort of future you see.
So laugh with me or laugh at me-
It all comes out in the wash.
There is no time for sadness so
This poem's a joke, by gosh!