He is no-show;
Me - in this room.
Frustration.
In the showroom
of my feelings,
this sentiment
is on stock.
That isn't a shock.
People go around
and fool me,
Fool that I am
I keep deluding myself:
- We never know
probably he is sick...
Or is he just a dick?
We never know,
this is not new.
We have to exchange a feeling
"tender care" for "angryfear"
in the department store
in ours hearts.
Sometimes, the feeling
is just right, fits perfectly.
In others moments, we hear:
- We are sorry, but Comprehension
in this size isn't available.
See if you can find it in "The Mind store".
But the Mind is close. To late.
I forgot that only The Heart works 24 hours a day.
The Mind needs time for replacing items, like
- patience;
- indulgence;
- empathy.
Rare nowadays.
If the feeling don't fit right
we have to stretch the feeling
like we stretch the truth.
But, if we force too much,
the feeling can tear apart
And tears will appear.
But tears are not free!
There is the law of demand:
Always needed.
All taxes included.
That's the price,
we have to pay for it.
P.J.