Poem: The Call

The Call

I want to
but I wonder
if it is wrong,
is an intrustion.
It might be.
I don't know.
I am not sure
I care much
right now,
though I should,
I should respect you.
But that is not
what you have done
and I wonder
what to learn
from that.
Is it best
to do 
what I wish
you had,
even now
when it is too late
and cannot change
or to be selfish,
to not care 
and show you
how it feels
and maybe
enjoy myself?

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