When to quit:

I must admit, I have no clue
Been wondering for a year or two
At last my hopes have come unglued.

One more clumsy cellphone message
Bet I’ve left the wrong impression –
Unintended misdirection

And if I’m weirded out, I’m sure
That you’re uncomfortable times four
A date’s not what I’m looking for

Now, to correct should I call back?
Feels like I’m on a sneak attack
To spend some time; it’s time you lack

At least – it seems – where I’m concerned
If there’s one thing I should have learned
Some friendships end, once crushes burned

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