Tipping point / Slipping point

And I did so want it to B

And I did so want it to C

And I did so want it true

And I did so want it you

And the point at which I have tipped away

Was only reached today,

As I realised I no longer am

A sacrificial man.

In the absence of any expression 

On your part 

Of soul and love and life and heart

And where 

Every attempt I’ve made

To contact you true

Has met with your insolent daze

Of electronic 

Shut me out –

And add me guilt 

And burden on shoulders 

Already so weighty 

With the baggage 

Of a wifetime –

That sight time has now become

The last thing I yearn.

For the only thing now 

Which could turn this on its head

And make me want you

All again to bed 

And make me dream

Of the head you’d give

Me wildly unseemly –

Oh so tiny 

Dead – 

Is if you showed 

Me – Nay! 

Proved without doubt! – 

That you ever loved me at all.

Because the tipping point 

Is now the slipping point

And my desire for you

Is gone the way 

Of the other three women 

Never in my life:

Down the tube 

Like oncoming train – 

An underground passage

Of fate, just too 

Late.



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