a study toward sonnet #305 by FisherKingKQJ
She's absent from the corner of my eye
And strangely I'm jealous of her new stalk-
I'm curious as to who's become her guy,
My private eye ever the bulwark.
She had no chitchat of which I could talk,
Just a monologue on being all alone,
And her gummy text messages would caulk
The flash memory of my mobile phone.
I'm going to miss her idle threats to hone
A knife and kidnap me, the pink bunny gifts,
The saccharine and yet malevolent tone
Which through my garbage for relics sifts.
For a new hottie she's gotten the hots?
I miss her - can a leopard smudge her spots?
For a new hottie she's gotten the hots.
For a new hottie she's gotten the desire.
For a new hottie she's gotten the lust.