I asked her why she was scowling at me She said "You really should know. Tonight at the party you blew me away And spent the night talking to Joe." Then I said "But YOU said 'don't worry 'bout me Mingle and have a good time.' I only did what you asked me to do Is that really some kind of a crime?" Then she said "You know I don't like those affairs I went there tonight just for YOU After all of the time we've been with each other You really should know what to do." Later, I asked her "So what's wrong now? Your face is as long as a bridge. Your eyes are as sad as a mourning old widow Your brow is a deep furrowed ridge." Then she said "Tonight at our dinner for two, You ordered the wrong damned dessert You know how I hate things of chocolate and coffee You bastard! You KNEW it would hurt!" Then I said "But you said 'I'm really not hungry, Eat what you like - I'm all through" Then she said "But you KNOW that I share your desserts, You really should know what to do." And I thought "It's so strange that I am expected To know all the whims of this person. Anytime I try to make everything right The problems just worsen and worsen. 'You got the wrong present! You got the wrong size! I don't like the cut of your clothes! You're driving too fast - don't slow down tho, we're late!' How can I stand this?" Who knows. Wait - I think that I've figured it out. I believe that I've finally a clue I finally solved the riddle at last - Of course! Now I know what to do! So I smiled and I asked "So NOW why the face? You're looking so sad and forlorn. Though I'll note for a change it's nothing but sorrow Instead of the usual scorn." Then she cried "Your bags! They're packed with your things! You're leaving me, Richard! But why? What have I done? Is there somebody else? Are you just going to leave me to die?" So I kissed her and said "I never could solve Your problems, so I leave them to you. As for me, I'm late for a date with myself. I finally know just what to do."
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
