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From out of nowhere, he wanted to speak.
How did I feel? Bemused.
He called me on Sunday* of the last week.
At first, I was enthused.
We talked of major events in our lives,
Which left me quite amused.
But he hadn't done all for which he'd strived,
And I felt strangely bruised.
I thought he'd left me to accomplish more;
That thought'd my grief diffused.
But was it just of me he'd been unsure?
I almost felt refused.
The gen'ral mood of that talk was still good;
Over it I had mused.
He asked to call back; though I said he could,
With doubts I'd been suffused.
Was he trying now to provoke his girlfriend?
I started to feel used.
But I've not heard from him since that weekend,
And now I'm just confused.
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