Messages

If you send me messages

Why send mixed messages?

The kind that change color

Like a chameolon's skin,

Or tangle like tree boughs

Blown in the wind?

Give me the clear-cut, the cool, the crisp.

Serve it with sarcasm or tenderness.

Don't be afraid to disturb my bliss.

Shake it with thoughts of unhappiness.

Unless you are in doubt

Why not have it out?

But it is politeness

This sparing of distress!

And I thank you kindly

For not giving me duress.

Could it be that these messages

Are attempts at friendliness?

Then please forgive me, for I too

Am surely as guilty as you.

by K. Leigh