Onism

I'm standing in the kitchen, there's nobody in sight

I've whistled my rendition of boys don't cry

I've eaten the last muffin that you baked this afternoon

I choose to believe that you will not be leavin' soon'

now you've flewn away for an indefinite time

I'm not sure if I can honestly say you're stay mine

it has been several weeks and the distance has aligned

with the creeping reveal of that loosening bind

cus' somehow we grew and bore different fruit

though mine were seedless

and I won't think of germination while you're on vacation,

cus' I know we need this

you might have stayed if I had layed out my intentions

but I wouldn't concede to the thought that I wasn't paying attention