I’m dizzy in the summer heat
While walking down the cobbled street
The words you said before I left
Are eating me, I feel bereft
Is there an answer in the stones?
The love is left as whitened bones
My trek is hesitant indeed
I feel inside a pain that bleed
Why, O why, you send me away
Alone, you can me now betray
With purpose that’s renewed, I turn
Inside my new decision burn
Return to you and knock the door
Will never leave you anymore
We don’t need the special food
You said you want, that make me brood
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A little poetry written about love and confusion. September 2, 2012
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
At first I saw this as lost love, but then it seemed like your brand of humor. (as though you had been sent on an ill fated shopping errand?)
It was indeed a little effort to change it to with a twist at the end. Some kind of weird humor. But also with a twist of pathetic jealousy.