Penelope

You promised to write back in February…
March came.
All right.
How much should wait a gal?
It was April when you wrote again.
First time you ask for time…
Ten years for middle aged,
Too long a span.
So you didn’t like me voicing out it tough?
Not sorry.
I can wait two months max.
(Aren’t investors the same,
Expenditure uh?)
You’re not in an odissey to grab my heart…
Neither am I Penelope,
my bad.