I catch a glimpse of you
From the corner of my eye
Watching, waiting, and hoping
Watching with a critics glare
Waiting like the hangman's noose
Hoping for the fatal mistake.
When I turn to confront you
It is then, that you flutter away.

I try to ignore your existence
Only then do you return
Your return to this dangerous game
This game of love and hate
This game of cat and mouse
Watching my every move
Listening to my every word
Waiting to strike and destroy
Strike with the skill of a rattle snake
Destroy something good in my life

I often wonder why we play this
This game of mystery and intrigue.
Or is the intrigue the mystery?
Like two muses waiting
Waiting for the other one to move
Never knowing what to expect
Yet knowing the game must continue.
For when the game ends, no winner will prevail


L. Ray Ford