I ask

I capture a look
Once concealed in your eyes,
And ask…
At what point does our happiness end?

I dash for a call
That has not come,
And ask…
Why do you joke in such ways?

I adore the look
You rarely present,
And ask…
Is it too much for a glance now and then?

I relish the thought
Of you by my side,
And ask….
Why don’t you come ‘round more often?

You should,
Come
Round
More
Often.