Foreign Intentions

If only, I had

a bit more cash

I’d buy us a small cottage

where we first pledged

our love,

to each other

 

You could live there

it being just large enough

for your foreign intentions

and my undying longing

for you dear,

 

It is there

where we could wed

in name only, of course

for we are not ours to give

away, in our otherwise real

lives

 

A small cottage

yellow in color,

and sound of Seagulls, crying

knowing that it will not

last,

 

I do so miss

your foreign intentions,

and how the distance between

us, echoes

my loneliness,

and your tears

 

If only, I had….

 

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