It seems a little odd to be penning an ode to you
You are bothersome, annoying
And linger about the front of my head
I rather wish you’d be gone
Yet, here you are
Lingering about, making your home with me
You have a pattern about you
A way in which you present yourself each month
Around mid afternoon you gently begin
Your ‘hello’ greeting
‘Ah, hello again,’ I whisper back
I was rather hoping you wouldn’t visit this time.
I shall take my Tylenol
And drink my water
And wonder why you’ve come.
Since you’re here, I’ll welcome you in
And give you a warm handshake
Perhaps a hug,
But that would be a stretch.
I’ll then let you go
Asking you to leave
Would you please take your departure?
I know that you don’t like to leave
‘Parting is such sweet sorrow’, you whisper
‘Alas’, I say
All goodbyes must be said
Until next time
Perhaps you could mist your way through the morning fog
Or fly off on the fingertips of twilight
And on into the greying sky.