Proceed gently and don't bother to barge,
Sometimes life is like a desert mirage,
Guess you could call this self sabotage.
If it wasn't right the first time,
Next, just automatically decline.
Ghosted right after trying to make plans?
I'm too old for games and handstands.
Send a couple messages thinking all's fine,
Then get dropped like an American dime.
The block button exists for a reason,
My vibes are still high in the Winter season.
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Good write SM.
Cheers.
That most poignant line..."the block button--" catches my perusal up short, demanding attention as I trip, unable to see clearly what caught me off guard. Remind me afresh why I don't bother to act on requests if I'm uncertain, neither accepting nor blocking nor even ignoring, while doing the latter by simply sitting on it indeterminately. If the invite vapourizes in the interim, it took care of itself. If it waits patiently I'll possibly give it a chance. Thought-provoking, beautifully rhymed and rendered with a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you.
A poem that certainly makes you think, enjoyed the read
Cheers.
You are very welcome
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