The Woes of Untimely Love

It's two weeks before graduation

And this is what I feel:


Regret and anticipation 

Like a squirming eel.


And pathetic rhymations 

Stirring at the wheel.


A sweet desire for isolation

In arms that won't unreel.


With the first introduction 

I felt your immense appeal.


And now I watch with frustration 

As the clock keeps its reel.

-B.C.M. 5/3/13