a study toward sonnet #415 by FisherKingKQJ
I'm overpowered by my need for him again,
Months after the decision that we split-
The boredom and loneliness are my bane,
His mannerisms in sentiment revisit.
My friends would chortle if I were to flit
Back into his life and kindle anew
The histrionics of that comedy skit,
As customary couples so often cue.
Do I yearn for him alone in full view
Or corner him into a private to-do
And promise in whispers to be discrete?
Would I come off as a contrived autocue?
It's almost like being a mail order bride,
This planned reunion by swallowed pride.
This planned reunion by swallowed pride.
This planned reunion by swallowed egotism.
This planned reunion by swallowed vanity.