A Little Fuss

It was a sweltering sunday

of a very summery sunny may. 

And the tiny bachelorette pad, 

craved for some broom, brush and swab.

From the hideout, laundry stared back, 

sweaty, stinky me soaked the stack. 

Chores done, then to pamper yours truly, 

a little scrub, rub, tone and moisturize duly. 

Date with you, it just slipped my mind.

A leisurely siesta... Oh! I unwind. 

Your call woke me up and look how

You're already at the venue and I start now. 

I jog, trot, hop all the way to food court. 

A little breathless, but finally I report. 

The next few hours, 'twas just you and me,

bonding over a chilled cola and iced tea. 

And by the time, we said our goodbyes, 

the noon sun mellowed, sidewards in the skies. 

I guess we left behind little parts of us, 

tiny bits of our hearts, to create a little fuss.