Did I say U’d fail/
if a prompt response is impaled/
by your work?/
Do U think I’m a jerk/
2 thus judge U?/
I’m impressed by how much U/
try/
2/
reach out 4 this guy.

Please make yourself free/
to see a pre-release film/
with me Tuesday eve!

You could have met me, yet/
there was something you just don’t get./

The wit, the comedy, the intelligence, the flair,/
the romance, the courtesy, it’s still all there,/
like a gerkin and pastrami, smelly,/
straight from Katz’s Deli./
You coulda been “having what she’s having!”,/
and it woulda been served with no grabbin’./
You coulda won your heart’s bet./
You coulda been served morning lattes/
with dark chocolate./

With Mr. Buble,/
we coulda danced
and romanced/
to his latest romantic duet … /
and yet….

Here we sit. /
Another week’s come and gone./
It’s the pits/
what you haven’t done/
to have met/
me yet.

I thot 2 myself:/
“She can’t get her butt off the shelf,/
2 email, text or call me?/
Anything at all 2 me/
2 say/
‘It’s not U;/
go away./
We’re thru!'”/
So, I did.

Yes, you’re busy, but/
I want to let you know that/
you’re in my heart-mind.*
[*heart-mind: a place in a person’s soul from where thoughts emanate with feelings]

Just like every1 else,/
he abandons her/
2b by herself./
Her greatest fears/
r played out again./
They r all she can hear/
inside of her brain./
But he is unique.

Sometimes I have
things to say
that stick in my mind,
and won’t go away.

And sometimes the things
I realize,
and the understanding,
get supersized.

I’ve made someone,
through my carelessness, cry.
I understand how.
I understand why

the tears flowed.
But I don’t know
why my actions
happened.

Maybe I AM thoughtless.
I don’t mean to be,
but I guess
my actions betray me.

And if my history repeats again,
as it certainly will,
others will ken
the pain of my thoughtless pill.

My forgetting to call
when I say I will.
My checking out
to follow a thrill.

Whatever the reason,
it will happen once more
to each in their season:
of that, please be sure.

The risk is great.
But my caring is greater.
You’ll just have to wait:
Thoughtlessness has no regulator.

In the meantime I hope
you’ll experience near constant caring.
For that, you won’t grope:
it’s what I’m always sharing.

The words of truth and/
desire come easily when/
the heart is afire!

I viewed your newly-died hair
from afar,
and wondered how I should respond.

So, I said nothing,
until I realized
your hair
can’t hear

the silence of
my brain waves
waving
as I drive
past.

I was thinking more/
that you’d read your phone and out/
would ooze a low moan.