We’ll make a sunny return

How bleak it is to say goodbye
with dejection and regret
How achy, hurtful, smarting, sore
a heart can haply get

Please, my knight, remember this;
I love you ceaselessly
And in that valediction-kiss
laid piety and caress

How wonderful is it not
to know we’ll meet anew
And then I’ll make a second sun
shining just for you

A reality show or actual fiction?

“Where do you get it all from?” my mum asked apprehensively.
I looked into her kind eyes and realised she was actually worried. But where do I get it all from?
“My head” I answered and she didn’t seem the least bit reassured.

“I really like it, but I’m slightly concerned” he said.
“Why are you concerned?”
“Is this about us?” he asked. “Because you’ve said similar things in the past.”