norahs poems

So you turn up again.

Just this morning, I was wondering
Why you didn't ring?
Why didn't you ring?
Why - did you?

And then you did.
And you turned up again.

But just as I was wondering
Will we kiss again?
We will kiss again?
We will...?

Nothing happened.
And you left again.

So you chose a bit of chocolate
and I suppose it wasn't sweet enough
even though you enjoy
looking at the packet
you won't be back
for a second bite

Me: a chocolate box.
Not good.