Mister

There was affection, maybe.

Bonds that couldn't be.

With time came the wretch,

The love we couldn't fetch.

Compelling apologies were bound,

But excuses were sound yet not found.

We drifted, you say why?

I say, rigmarole cry.

Dawn called the awakening ?

Nasty tricks indeed deadening.

"Woo that sister?"

Go away mister.