11th December 2013

Sonnet 39

I'm sorry - but it's leaving makes my heart sing,

Don't most WAG's and partners feel like me

Embracing all that solitude can bring

After hours and years of thee upon thee?

The vast majority of me can live;

Co-exist; tolerate; survive your one,

Agree; acquiesce; grudgingly admit, give

In when she'd much rather be left alone...

Then when you say we've nothing left to prove;

No matter how bad it is, you won't leave;

What we've got now's the real McCoy of love;

That indiscretions don't count or deceive

     The bigger part of us that makes us twain:

     There's not much of me left wants to remain.