�It’s a shame that I don’t love you better�
Fateful words emblazoned on your sweater
Made to move him, from a distance
Every line to outline your resistance.
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
Fortunately he tries to p l a c a t e h e r
Tying notes to broken kitchenalia
The way the ink blots, On the sink stops
Him from carving thoughts into the worktops
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
The knots she ties in almost all her clothes
Are growing greater by the day
Her April showers will have soon devoured
The alacrity of May
It was always gonna end like this