Love Amiss

 




I miss your arms linked ‘round my neck,
A talisman that brought me luck
With cotton textile body checks,
To topple, tumbling, run amuck.
 
For years, my Love, and evermore,
Like typeset of the daily news
Recalled what feelings were meant for,
When tavern coffee had its muse.
 
The roofing thatch o’er when it rained
Had leaked before, but never this.
The rings of darkened ceiling stains
That verified what went amiss.
 
For days, no twinkle in my eyes,
I had no answers, so I guessed.
From the rest, a tIssue of lies,
But not from you, Love, don’t transgress.