When blood runs thicker than water;
Expectations set higher than sky.
When communication is a backseat driver,
And the missed calls seem to slip by.
When private numbers are resorted to,
And a landline ring is ignored;
Eventually the hidden is no longer successful
And your blessed with ‘the bill’.
Apologies upfront, explanations aside;
Still behind the stories you begin to hide.
Afraid of rejection, you’re full of resentment,
Wiping away that watery-eye glint.
Good reason – your treason.
Here’s to a new season!