Confused And Amused Poem by DiAnne Douglass

Call from a friend
Haven't talked to him in months
How long has it been now?
I no longer can tell
Asks me what's wrong
Wants to know what's new
Keeps asking about my problems
Just between me and you?
I'd rather not talk about them
But still I spill to him
Knowing that what he will say
Will be the truth I need to hear

My silent lecture to myself
Is suddenly voiced aloud
His words make sense
They comfort me
What an interesting turn of events
So confusing, how did I get here?
Still amusing, perhaps I'll stay

I wanted to call
To ask him about himself
See how he was doing
Kinda check up on an old friend
Instead the roles are reversed
And here he is lecturing me
Comforting me
Listening to me

It's confusing but amusing
To hear him talk like that
When did he become so strong?
So sure in his faith
And of his life?
When did he become so confident?
What happened to him?
What changed?

I guess I'll never know
The times we talk are few and in between
Long periods of time will pass
Before I reach out to him again
It's confusing, how I feel
Grateful and alive once more
Full of a hope, still small and fragile
But I guess that's what's so amusing

Confusing and amusing
That's exactly how I feel
Best describes this rare encounter
Of a confusing but amusing
Truly wonderful friend