I Still

I Still

On Thursday morning you didn’t notice
I still kissed your cheek
on my way out.
But you were sleeping,
and you grimaced;
the unconcious result
of our earlier argument.
Still,
I had a job to do
and went to work.
You and I
are we hot
or our we cold?
If you are my partner
be my partner.
But be there,
hot or cold.
Perhaps your fantasy of me
is shattered,
is little pieces,
and sharp.
Yet still,
I am the same man
for better or worse.
Where does the love come from?
From sweetness?
Or does sweetness come from love?
Or indeed
is it security?
Security please?

I could cry a tear, I could be staunch and silent, or even a pompous ass. What am I to you today oh love? Words are sometimes lethal. You and I have repeated that course far too many times. So be there first by my side, the woman I adore. When there is happiness, when there is hopelessness. I still kissed you Thursday morning though you didn’t notice the kiss. Only that I left.