You're always starting in the middle,
Solving every riddle with the stroke of a sword.
It just got boring.

You're ever following the follies,
Hardly for starlets loving bars and the boards.
You can't afford it.

You never find your way to bed.
I no longer hear your soft snore.
Don't ask me why the latch is down.
I solemnly swear you once were adored.

- 5/25/12