I Still Eat Cheese

The emptiness and warmth of cheesy bites

Makes me pretend to be saintly and nice.

Whether She will marry a doctor

Or He a whore,

I don’t really care,

Just don’t plague me anymore.

Was I really there?

When the avalanche came

And made you scared.

I need cheese and

I need it now.

I slept with you,

In a warm wooden room,

In your archaic mansion.

The innumerable rooms

Looked like a maze

Of class room sections.

I did not molest you

I did not kidnap you

And ask for a huge ransom.

Thoughts float

In the labyrinths

Of my brain.

I remember you Rose

And how you lost

Your sixth sense.

Times have changed,

Distances have grown,

You have moved to Canada,

And I sit right now

On a hill top

In Uganda.

I bite into cheese

The most expensive one,

And I don’t have to kidnap you

And beg for your time.