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