As Light Becomes Day

The only phone for miles rings
I answer,
It's her trying to explain the wonder,
the blunder,
and the folly of my actions
the incessant buzz of flies
will not leave me alone
'If I could just explain please?'
I interrupt
If only I could I thought
If I could
I'd be a master of this writing lark!
I could not
My voice was like fog
There but not quite there
lungs battered
I'd been having a tidy up
the darling even made the bed!
Dear Oh Dear
Anyway the folly,
spoke in romantic tongues
she kept saying ' what, what, what, what?'
and things like
'stop having a pop at me, you love me really'
Do I?
You've played me well
like a second hand violin
So, you can see my predicament
As light becomes day, the darker it all gets