Cold toes in rows that float away
in a sea of tea to China
with fees to please me,
get off your knees, you foolish tease!
Convince me to stay with your words
if you can.
I demand an explanation for this obsequious vacation
and my elation at your absence is ludicrous at best.
Suitable attire is provided
if you stay in bed 'til all the flags are dead.
And now, as you depart,
my heart must learn to start beating without
your rhythm as a guide.
You can hide all you want but I'll find you anyway
with your cold toes in rows.
You chose to leave,
but it wasn't your choice to make alone.
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