The smile on your face

Once before you knocked at my door,
while i stood outside in the pouring rain,
like i am today. Only
this time you don’t see me.
Perhaps cos the clouds are darker,
or your parasol more enchanting,
or my sorry state less pitiful.

Perhaps the smile on my face is
really actually yours at the thought
of losing me to Mother Earth, though
i’m not too sure what the old biddy
would have to say, what with
her trips to fertility clinics
proving unproductive thus far.

minos – april 2008