A winter’s tale

She talked quite loudly in her nervousness;
She laughed as raucously to suit her mood;
To hell with it, she thought, bring on excess;
I am alone and all my world is skewed
Below the surface with a sense of loss;
The hurt just permeates; I’d make it clear
That this frank conversation is just gloss;
But, if he finds my weakness, I will tear...
Up and not survive the altercation,
Unless he holds me close and slowly calms...
Me, before the gentlest application
Of that soft voice, that surely always charms...
A girl to silence and obedient play,
Throughout the dark remainder of this day