Mark Pirie

poet - writer - editor - publisher

The Engagement

We were on the phone, when she said the words, "let's just be friends"
and so I jumped in my car and tore over to her house;
it was going to be one of those days.

when I arrived, I drove right on in
thru the front window - she was surprised to see me
so I slowed down and screeched to a halt just in front of her couch.

she sat there decidedly unmoved and watched awhile, while I reached
around for a cigarette and then lit up. "I suppose you're pretty proud
of yourself then?" she said. No reply, I just grinned.

But thinking I was heading nowhere fast, I decided to stake my ground.
"Well, are you getting in or not?" "No, I don't think so... I hate you,
I hate you, I hate you, just leave me allonneee!"

"OK, OK, just quieten down, all right. This is the rest of our lives
we're talking about." "Do you really not like my new earrings, then?"
"Just get in!" She gets in. And that's that. End of bloody story.