Depending on the time of month and mood,
One understands another’s point of view:
Not all the time, of course, but when you do,
Tremendous feelings are not misconstrued.
Perhaps there is a need: but why be rude?
Unless I’m causing too much pain for you,
Sharing all my disappointments, which grew
Haphazardly like mould on stale old food.
Maybe there is no way to right the wrongs,
Except by letting go security…
As we both know, there is no surety,
When working out where one thinks he belongs:
A word, by you, with feeling, selected,
Yet true, can stop my feeling rejected.
