Weekend’s around the corner,
Ideas to make it exciting, as I’m trying to garner,
I look up to see, my bookmark suddenly trip,
And the pages of the book I’ve left midway, furiously flip.
Before further ado, I jump into the scene,
For, I know it’s time, for me to intervene.
“Alright there! You have my undivided attention now.”
“Oh yeah. I wonder how!”
“Out with it. What’s up with you?”
“Aren’t my signs enough? Do you want me to spell it out too?”
“What’s with the tripping of the bookmark and flipping of your pages, you?”
“Oh, please, hark at you.”
“How did I wrong you, pray, tell me?”
“It’s been days three, since you set me free,
You didn’t care, to unravel the mystery
You bothered not, to finish my story”
“I agree, the mistake is mine.
We were getting on just fine…..”
“Why then, without warning, did you go offline,
Leaving me incomplete, and all by myself, to whine?”
“I realise the atrocity of what I’ve done, oh I truly do,
My priority now, rest assured, would be to cosy up again, with you!”