“Wanting and waiting is surely the pastime of Fools, like me.”

Let me tell you about his Madness . . . . . . 

Not so long ago . . . I waited for the phone to ring.

Anticipating a reunion with the one I craved so.

I listened for the phone to beckon me
I cursed the silence, over and over again.

I assembled an impressive list of reasons and excuses for the silence, yet even though

The silence lingered and then my madness stepped in

More cursing, more waiting and yes, more silence.

If I craved this much silence, I would climb a mountain.

The ascent would be easier than all this waiting and wanting of my friend

As I stared at the silent phone, my mind, my madness offered to explain

Answering my questions and offering his temptation as a substitute

For all the reasons my phone remained mute

“She has forgotten you, or has she found someone new

She is much too busy and has too much to do

Later, much later she may find a moment for you”

I listen, I hear myself explain, all the reasons again and again

Madness, sheer madness in the first degree

Once again I have let my mind, my madness get the best of me