Fleeting emotions

What Love is

[from roses,
to boredom,
to goodbye then hello,
to hell and back,
in a short week,
all in a short week.]

Looking for each other after so many years,
at odd hours, in the middle of the night, or late on a Sunday afternoon,
Knowing I won't be around, just excuses, be honest,
Let's be friends I was told over and over,
yet all we do is hurt and haunt each other.
If it is a friend, you need then come and take tea with me,
wear that blue gown, with white pearls, and my diamond ring,
We can sit and listen to each other tell lies,
How we loved,
How you wanted a paradise that doesn't include me,
be honest.
We have moved on, we are older but no wiser,
That sparkle is still in your eye as you tease and tempt me,
We listen to Leonard Cohen together again, humming and singing,
Words we have forgotten to songs we knew well,
Smiling, I catch you glancing at your phone,
It is time for you to go once again.