Pumpkin pie creation aside, you still
love me don’t you? The admission of
aloofness is enough to set my heart
aflutter with anxiousness; I can’t stop
second guessing! Forgive me, please
cat. My heart is, how do poets say it,
true? And I think you know, too. It’s
just… what to do on any given
occasion with you,
escapes me.
