Dusk

In the chilly wisps of dusk

When you came to bid me goodbye

Instead of the other way round

And kept whispering cheerful nothings

While I stared at the ground

And grew more agitated, thinking

Of the words yet to be spoken

Of hugs yet to be shared

Of kisses yet to be stolen

Of smiles yet to be flashed

Of eateries I wanted to take you to

Of the things I wanted for you to buy

Of the grounds we had to stroll on

And the million other things we had to try

And not noticing that home was nearing

I didn’t hold your hand when I still could have

And kept asking you to turn back and go

When only you by my side I wanted to have

And at the time of parting

As you drew me in your embrace

When I actually wanted to melt

I instead put up a stone facade

But Love, had I not been foolish enough

To be angry at you having to go away

I would have held you tighter still
And for longer than I did that day.

Agony

The prince rushed to the gloomy princess and said

"They say night after night you cry yourself to bed!

Is it true, my love? Oh, tell me what pains you so?

Please speak, beloved! I can't bear your sorrow!"

The prince implored as her eyes moistened again

And down fell the tear like the first drop of rain
Yet her silence persisted, and the prince urged
"The thorns of your heart must be purged!
I shall bring you anything that your heart wants
Exotic delicacies or maybe some country jaunts
The richest silks and the most precious of gems
The prettiest mare and little ribbons adorning your hems
I shall fill your garden with a thousand singing canaries
And you shall wake up to fragrant flowery canopies
Anything, anything at all to see you smile", he begged.
"Some of your time would be nice", she finally said