clauno
"Why?" I plead, but you look at me with dark eyes and shake your head.
"Bucket," You whisper, and I break out in sobs. I have pleaded with you before to give me new words, but you do not whisper such. You just keep whispering the word 'bucket'. Does our relationship mean nothing to you, my sweet?
I found you and fell in love, but now I am sad and filled with disappointment. What has our relationship come to? I offer you my words, my love, my poetry. And you just whisper the same thing. Bucket. What is it about buckets, my love?
Can't you tell me nothing more?
Can't you whisper something sweeter to me?
Why buckets, my love?
Why do you not love me like you used to?