CHANGE

You have come back and unlike some,  I still don’t like you.
But like a foolish lover, I can’t seem to shake or resist you.
You’re a joker and a two faced backstabber
And I sometimes can’t imagine touching you with a ten foot pole. You and your ever changing faces but yet you have the audacity to ask me to trust you.
On my door step, there you stand
As if by now I should know why you have arrived.
Say something dammit!
Why have you come this day?
Look at you. Inconsiderate as always.
I'll have you to know that I have the urge to slam the door to your face.

You must try to understand
I would invite you in
But I am afraid of what you bring.
During our last affair, your infinite existence brought much drama. 
And as usual you then say that it was good for me...

That it was time.
Perhaps deep within, I know that you are...
And know that it is.
Maybe we’d get along better
If you’d just show me your damned hands.
I don’t know why I take myself through this.
Today is no different than our many visits before. 
You refuse to show or tell me anything.
And then leave me begging for everything.
But this time, your timing is beyond untimely.
I've just begun to grow accustomed to all that you brought during your last visit. Still reeling

You seem to love the idea of long courtships.
Love, money, life, success, failure,  death.
You just don't know when to quit.
So it should be no suprise to you that your arrival occupies too much of my time.
Too much emotion. Too much of too many endless somethings.
Look at you
Still too early. Still too late.
Still standing there with that mischievous look plastered upon your ever changing face.
Still the same old Change.
Now, isn’t that ironic?
I must admit
Our love hate relationship excites me sometimes.
That last visit was something to behold.
It’s the reason as to why I am in the place I am now
I suppose I should say thank you.
OK,  THANK YOU!


I know you must think I'm ungrateful and stubborn.
But your presence has become a symbol of my two greatest fears...
The End and The Begin
Like the death of all things familiar
You force me to mourn the passing of the old
You force me to to make room for the new
And here I am once again vulnerable
And attempting to comprehend your strange peculiar face.
Perhaps the truth is that I know you are good for me.
And as I contemplate getting to know you once again
I am beginning to understand that you are only here for a given time
So I suppose you can come in now.
I shall accommodate your stay…… with a little resistance of course
Until once again
It is time to say
Goodbye
In the anticipation of your next return.