All or nothing – or nothing at all

 

Qualities in people do not come ala cart

You can’t pick and choose which parts

You like and leave the rest for someone else

Picking the writer over the social butterfly

The singer over the late night host

Explaining perhaps why old lovers

Just can’t become friend

Always getting bogged down by the bad parts

Nothing person, they tell you, when

It is personal you crave,

Only not the “too personal” that got in the way

Ion the first place

That stuff that always takes you back to that

Turn in the road when all went south

But you do need a road map to get

To the turn you wanted in the first place

When a smile and nod meant nothing more

Than what they were

A road map to direct you passed all
the wrong turns that always end up in dead ends

Even the right turn is risky

With no real guarantee you’ll get where

You want, you can only hope for the best

And keep driving.