Silent Treatment

 

I’ve fallen out with my love, apparently.

More accurately, she’s fallen out with me.

Nothing that I’ve done, so it must be what I said.

As far as I recall, I told her I’m off to bed.

 

I didn’t ask if she wanted to do likewise,

Causing her to question why, much to my surprise.

I answered you’re an adult, capable of decision,

But my response was met with a modicum of derision.

 

Up the stairs I disappeared,

Without her saying a peep.

By the time she finished her ‘ablutions’,

I was more than sound asleep.

 

She’s barely spoken at all this morning,

And so, to me reality’s dawning.

I was wrong so, with all my heart, I apologise.

When I called you an adult, I was obviously telling lies.