A Passing Fancy

The bell was ringing in the distance, of my existence, but I let it ring. Couldn’t think of a thing to say, anyway, certainly not today. Or any day for that matter, I didn’t want to natter to anyone. Too many calls, then love palls. Familiarity breeds contempt, and I was not exempt. I‘ll let the dust settle on this affair, it’s just the way it goes, that’s what I chose to do. Finish it, I had to quit. He’ll forget, and once again my heart will be ‘to let‘. It was a passing fancy, a chancy romance, and one begins to learn and discern. The closing of a book full of empty pages, I think I’ll take the phone off the hook, until fate, brings the next available mate.