It’s a new day,/
and I just wanted to say/
that though it may seem strange,/
not much has changed/
since 58 minutes ago yesterday./
I still think you’re groov-ay!

Is it okay/
that once or twice a day/
I text you to say,/
in my own poetic way,/
I think you’re groove-ay?

What do I do for fun?
Dance.
Karaoke.
Canoe.
Write poetry
to you.

What if your assumptions are off?/
What if what you’d heard is in error?/
What if you don’t know?/
What if some answers are staring you in the face?/
What if…?

I’m not Obsessed./
I’m not Obsessed./
I’m not Obsessed./
I’m not Obsessed./
I’m not Obsessed./
U didn’t call./
I’m not Obsessed./
Y not?/
I’m not Obsessed./
I’m not….

Dont tell me you’ll call/
or do something, not, then ask,/
me if I’m Obsessed!

Alternative, written at 7:01 May 9th:
Dont say you’ll call or/
do things, not follow through, then/
ask if I’m Obsessed!

Obsessed with doing,/
I waste no time reviewing/
who with. It’s a gift.

Our capriciousness/
is not good for me or us,/
I’d bet good money.

When some1 says/
“It’s up 2 u/
2 pick the ways/
and what you wanna do”,/
and U never respond,/
even on a whim,/
they’ll get for sure/
some1 is not that fond/
of them.

I suppose/
every creative effort/
has rules,/
but when they remove/
my tools/
to create,/
then shouldn’t I excuse/
myself and my/
muse/
and find/
another workshop 2 use?