The Small Things
I miss you Catherine
because of the distance
Patience’s running thin
followed by tolerance
What a contrast
What a contradiction
Days are walking fast
in opposite directions
Of late we argue
let off steam
Breath held, face blue
on narrow beam
Yet, the love is solid
safe and secure
As mood becomes frigid
let us close the door
Time for kissing
The French does it best
Lips forever locking
Friction at rest
