oh, cold mistress

i knew i could never hope to call you mine. all i could hope for was to be able to feel your embrace once in a while.

you teased me with glimpses of what could be yesterday, but today, all i felt was the chill of your wrath. you left without warning, leaving no promise of your return. i'm left here, standing alone in the cold, wishing for yesterday once again.

i miss you, my golf swing.

come back to me.