Sparkling Sunday, glittering sunshine and
blue sky, supermarket trip for a newspaper,
my eye caught by an article about Philippine
prisoners dancing Michael Jackson, never
knew the YouTube events was real before

When I looked up, you were gone, looking
everywhere, saw you leaving, ran to catch
up, ‘Why didn’t you indicate you’re leaving
when I was distracted? ’ – Angry eyes and
angry face, accusation in reply ‘I did wait

a while - you always get distracted, shopping
becomes a one-man show’ - I felt humiliated,
hostilities opened again, in future I shall try
not to offend; yet some consideration will
help human relations, never would I act

That way when I love someone - would you?
If you would - if you do - I speak a different
language in which humiliation never
equates with love, love means
something else to me...

Margaret Alice

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/would-you-45/