Abigail and Amos.

Amos: See that boat over there, Abigail? They are cars… On. That. Boat.

Abigail: Sugar.

Amos: Abigail, they are cars.

Abigail: Sugar.

Amos: Cars.

Abigail: Sugar.

Amos: They are cars, Abigail!

Abigail: Sugar, Amos.

Amos: You’re infuriating, Abigail. I’m telling you, they are cars on that boat, CARSSS Abigail! CARS, CARS, CA… HONK, HONK, HONK!@!#@!

Abigail: I am walking away from you now, Amos.

Love poems and solitude.