Muddled but mostly Sane

I would like to know you are there
just because.

I’ve jawed over what to say to
you and can’t catch a thought
that doesn’t leave me dangling
at what to say.

I’m lost in the Sahara on a mission
I don’t remember and all this damn
sands in my shoes is dragging me down.

A mystery to say the least, in case that
fact eluded you Mr. Magoo.

Many dates on the calendar have been
filled but you never show up to
any.

I would like to err on the side of caution
because of your seeming deceit,
but being cautious this way touches
on the need to be caring which you
never seem to be.

Well the dawn has come and I punch
my pillow and scratch my cat on his
bum.

I have to smile because the sun is high and
the heat is in my eyes blinding me
from a future I can’t wait to see.

Life’s short, so have a beer, wine, a little sherry
perhaps? Drink up my friend for I may never
see you again, and that’s okay,  so drink
up, up up.

The angles of my soul are straight
and my plate sits before me and it’s
a sexy dish.

I am happy, and I am growing towards
content.