by your whims
and non-communication
like a sometimes
convenience
or a pet, out-grown its cuteness
just when it seems that
my battered confidence
is feeling finally secure enough
to regain some of its
lost strength
is when the intimidation of
your quiet reactiveness
crashes over my bow
and I am swamped with doubt
then, like salt in a wound
you query as to why
I seem timidly
untogether
why indeed and where
but lost in my familiar
sea
of confusion and entendre
adrift with no compass.