Variety.

Her stunning shrill in muted anger,
and clamor in the ways it work;,
weather brings with it withdrawal,
whilst she sits alone and sulks.

For I cannot do much, other than,
sit and hear those songs you list;
making gestures at the mirror,
and wishing desire breaks with it.

In time, trouble locates despair,
ushers in a tray full with defeat;
while you pull away at your dress,
and unspeaking, you go to sleep.

'morrow, you can spell your silence
and in monologue, crack and dwell;
For I'll break affection in consequence
of endearment that I could never sell.