Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Lovers' Quarrel

My lover and I had a fight,

So I checked into a hotel.

I wondered if my lover might

Try to find out where I did dwell.

I've been here now for a long week,

But nothing of my lover heard.

It's making me feel very bleak.

Then a delivery occurred.

A box of chocolates it be,

The kind I loved my lover knew.

I opened the card eagerly

Hoping my lover had come through.

"So sorry" from my lover not.

To the wrong room the box was brought.