It’s unusual
Not me or who I am
Or who I may have been
Maybe who I sometimes pretend to be
What I’ve done is usual stuff
Or so I like to think anyway, you know it’s just easier to believe it is
What’s unusual, I believe
Is the way you don’t give up
On me, on calling, on trying time and time again to connect with this unusual me you know nothing about
I’m not sure I understand
See....no one has ever done this before...
Persisted with the unusual me.
I don’t know how to deal with it.
I’m not sure I understand at all.
Why?
Do you know?
M thinking you must know.
What an unusual place t be
So what do I do now? I’m not going to ask you
Or write anymore about it
How do I give up on someone who persists even through this unusual situation.
You must be too good for me
What else can it be
