My guest, I guessed I knew you;
I was wrong, as I often am,
But fail to admit to.
My guest, you came and went away,
And left me wanting more,
As I have and will, for days.
My guest, I tasted the soul of you,
Guessed at the flavour, and,
Surprised, forgot the golden rule:
To love is, eventually, to lose,
No matter the guest
You guessed you’d choose.
For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats.