Song of the Semi-Detached Lover
 
Now you see me, now you don’t,
Maybe when the weather’s seemly
when I want a little breather.
 
Lucky you. I’m feeling seemly –
What is love if not hereafter?
Who will want you if I don’t?
 
“Happy happy ever after”?
Can’t you even see the point?
Sure, I’ll see you, feel you dimly:
 
A steamy breather’s all I want.

Mary Cresswell
 
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Mary Cresswell would be pleased to hear them.