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I am scratching my head

pondering

what could yesterday mean

was that just a friend who was worried

or a much deeper concern

a man standing alone in a raging stream

I find I am much unprepared to play this

guesser's game

you are a puzzle and I a pen without

a hand

to jot the answers into each box frame

you confound and mesmerize with the

seductive weaving of your thoughts

I find I am pretty darn dumb at so many

levels where you are concerned

I who normally seems so smart

find this realization difficult to

ingest

you've made my mind a trapeze artist

so many jumps and fly overs

is amazing with you that I've made it

this far

14 times you called

the last three I managed to be able to pick up

your voice gave nothing away in which I am

sure you intended

my world to no end seems up ended

all these push pull conversations

we are friends are we more

are we back to being just friends

I can not say

you confound me at every level

I feel I am a new game to you

maybe even one you yourself don't know

quite yet how to play

and perhaps that is to be the way

me thrashing about on the floor

just a stupid, stupid woman

who doesn't even know when to get up

dust herself off and go home..........

(June 17, 2008 542am)