The "how're ya nows,"
movie nights and drinks on the town,
    silly "good n' you's?"
weaved hands in the park, pearl taboos,
and the "not so bads,"
    and, earnenstly, matching our plaids.
Not romance, nor sex,
but intimate whispers complex,
    your cherubic kiss,
soft night reads, and true, content bliss.
Please, why did you go?

    Do you not also
your fav'rite radio station,
quiet affection,
    my lowest lows, shrillest highs,
or iron and wine?
An oath held never to renounce;
    this, do you recount?
Preaching your love, day after day;
vows, nightly, betrayed.
    Sworn always your heart and your soul;
too high is the toll.
Is guilt Burning you up?