Exasperation

Sometimes you exasperate me

With your half responses and ambiguities

Leaving a myriad of inferential

Possibilities

Long silences

Unanswered questions trailing away

And then you reappear

Fully

Joyously

And ultimately contagious

There is no vaccine or antidote

To your exposure

A topical disease

Of some renown

Is the usual outcome

I am not immune

David Trudel    © 2012