Saturday Morning Poem by Holly Moon

The day doesn't seem to take,
It's started slow,
I cannot wake.

What am I waiting for
What's different today
No work to go to
She's avoiding me like the plague
Wonder what she's doing
She has a rule
Doesn't talk after work
We're workmates you see
She holds the rule fast
When she breaks it, I ask
Why? But no answer comes.

She must have her reasons
But I know better than to ask
I know no answer will I get
She's like that.

From her rules she doesn't vary
She's steadfast like that
Don't talk to me after hours
Don't sms
If I do, she won't answer
She said it to my face,
If you can call it that,
Over the phone one day
She just ignores me
I guess that's the way she copes
Doesn't let her guard down.
Doesn't want to think of work
After hours and no-one.

Unless she needs something of course
Then don't you dare not pick up the phone
Egoism at it's best, I know
That's the way she is.
Doubt she cares how she seems
Too absorbed in her dreams or fantasies
Probably likes solitude
I can understand that
Or needs distance and space to rest
I concur with that
Doesn't bother me,
As I too am like that.

But alas sometimes I miss her
And would like to hear her voice
Guess I better do something else
I have no choice
She will not budge
She steadfast in that.

She drives me mad
And I wish to pay her back
Let her taste her own medicine
But when she calls
Because she needs a friend
I forget all my decisions
And be of help
How sad is that.

No wonder she treats me like dirt
I let her do it
Despite my resolutions
I'm weak where she's concerned.