No more mind drug
No more captivity
No more a slug
No more inactivity
I can think and write
There are ideas and activity
My mind is clear and bright
I have vision and creativity
What satisfaction
A few words in print
My words have interaction
Now I am on a sprint
Create a poem every day
For long as it lasts
And a long time I pray
But there are no hard forecasts
Maybe restart my novel
It is all in my head
I will not fall apart and grovel
Just forge ahead
I am optimistic about my ability
I know what I want to generate
I have so many possibilities
I have to accept my fate
Just create a rhyme
And let them grow
Let the words climb
Creating a sweet flow
I do not know who you are
You talk three hours through a screen
We did debate and spar
Not ugly or mean
We played with each other
And talked and talked
We enjoyed one another
Our emotions not locked
But what happened that very day
You did not respond or communicate
You replied with nothing to say
Causing me much frustration
You sent a positive message
You missed me as a companion
I thought we had a shot
My plight was not a deep canyon
I raced to see you
To talk to you in person
So much hope to renew
Only to worsen
You would not see me
You would not talk
Address my plea
What a shock
You did not want to come out
And tell me your troubles
And what this was about
My apprehension doubles
Why did you call the night before
Why did we flirt and play
Why did you spend 3 hours on the phone
Why did you act like the good old days
But I learned reality
You came outside
And said you were free
And your position was clarified
You did not see us long term
You did not want to lead me on
You were very definite and firm
You did not want me as a pawn
It was hard for me to listen
I was denied and rejected
Your tears did glisten
I pleaded and objected
Holding you tight
You were so frail
It was the end of the night
And I took flight
As I drove away
I realized so much
And knew it his way
Our life would be dutch
No more togetherness
No more reliance
No more dependence
No more shared memories
Two lives afloat
In our own little ships
Circling in a moat
On our own trips
The next day I realized
We are good friends
My memories prized
And I wanted to make amends
We can be pals and mates
Open to conversation
Definitely no romantic dates
And no long term relations
We can be kind
And we can be heartfelt
All a matter of the mind
And the cards we are dealt
Friends for life
What does that mean
Not husband and wife
A future unseen
