Issues buzzed through the air waiting for ripe conditions to nest
Eventually, the rush laid still, we became stagnant.

But as my mind changed, so did yours
….you started to see that I was your source of boredom.

This is embarrassing and cheesy.
You said you’d be pleased if…
…So I wrote a poem
in hopes of…
to give us…
a new launching pad
into an old conversation.

Today I,
lack ambition.
No energy to seek clarity
Moving in a dense fog
Finding comfort in the unforeseen.
It’s not that I am alone, the phone keeps ringing.
My heart begins leaping
It’s just  
I become so lonely
Seeing that it’s not you on that caller ID.