Calling L B

Calling ??? L. B. You take the time to call, my dear, yet say nothing at all. You hear me, of this I am sure, on deaf ears my words fall. With all that you understand about psychology, this, you do not use, do not care, no apology. You speak as though nothing took place, – last night’s verbal attack – this slap in the face. You just went on your merry way home passed me by - in your pain, left me alone. Maybe that is where I should be ?, on my own. Not a word face to face, not even by phone. I wonder where ?, have all your words gone to – that lead me to believe – that came from you. My thoughts have come to – it is a game ! That, for me, my dear, is a dam shame ! Because of that, nothing will ever be the same, even though, I know, your history is to blame. This has become plane and painfully clear, there is little for me, with you, my Dear. B. J. “ A ” 2 April 9th 2004