I

In my despair, I spied you there, but failed to rise and speak—
An inner scream escaped a dream, and vocalized a squeak.
 
You heard it, turned, and then discerned the sorely-needed word,
A pleasantry to quicken me with honey, dripped and purred.
 
"Hello", it was, and sweet because of all it may contain—
A friendship earned, attraction learned, and verbal sugar-cane.

II
 
When last we spoke, you tried to choke a word inside your throat,
But out it came, attached to blame, and struck a sour note.
 
You'd loaded first and, unrehearsed, dispatched a crooked shot,
A wintry sort of cruel retort, but interjected hot.
 
That final scene, the drama queen surrendered love to die—
The stage was dimmed, the show condemned, and ended with "Good-bye."