Just when I thought you were near
I'm left folding a volume of imperfected summations
after all the lessons I'd learnt
teaching the pages not to stray any longer
how I tried to defy that I am
only to find it's more you defining me
with a tally of bitter sweets to recount
of what should have been
an ideal that never really could
cause chalk and cheese
a mixture of insoluble solutions
that eventually bubble over when confined
with a consequence of hyde trying desperate
to imitate a gentleman jeykll
an hysterical tribute of much ado
over what was to become
a midsummer of nothing .

R.K.S.