LOOSE ENDS

Loose ends need tidying up
Just as hair needs combing
That red dress you are wearing now
Tells more about your heart
Than all the whispered sighs
Of last night’s carnal huddle.
We both know love was mothballed long ago;
You stayed because it suited,
I choose to keep a friend not make a foe
So tell me, love, whose love you’re wearing
Now the wrinkles have unfurled?

Not mine I know