Not A Poet

You called

I ran

You called,

but I was chasing something

You called,

but I was in hot pursuit

You called,

but I was busy enjoying my new conquest

You called,

but I was fighting my conquest

You called,

but I was chasing my conquest

You called

while I was mourning my lost conquest

You called

I said what

You said here

It was what I thought I was chasing

when you first called......................

Sad to say
I realized today
a great relationship
has slipped away

Not an overnight severance
or a magical disappearance,
but a gradual decay
much to my dismay

But I'm a reconciler
not one to give up easy
It's my overwhelming desire
to have this charmer back with me

So I'm shaking off depression
fighting the enemy's oppression
determined not to let this good thing end
I'm reconciling with my friend

My friend

in the mirror