Santa Claus on the Cross, Two

We’re in a restaurant the other night –
I’ve got to tell you – and out of the blue,
She turns all puffy eyed and says, “Alright;
But I don’t want a fight – but, lately, who...”
Who what? I want to know? I’m half of this –
But no – she sits and gives me nothing more –
Just sits, just waits, and then she adds, “I miss
That you, you know. The way you were before.”
And I respond, “My sweet, my love does not
Find its containment in my mind or heart,
And be assured that everything I’ve got
Is yours, my dear, is yours to every part.”
She scoffs, and in a condescending way,
She adds, “Now is that all you’ve got to say?”