Busy Signal
by Michael Doyle

Making the best out of bad has my deference,
And happiness first is my usual preference.
Thinking over and over where it went wrong
Doesn't help matters much and takes too long.

Holding on to grief and wallowing in the pain
Is overthinking and more than a little inane.
Most times you find t's best to give it a rest,
Realizing that hard times are just life's test.

Looking around, there's a lot of bad to be found.
But that doesn't mean you have to chase it around.
Just around the corner, you'll find another chance.
There's no such thing as saying goodbye to romance.

Tonight we drink away the blues for a while,
We find ourselves a wingman and do it in style.
There's a lot to unpack when you're given denial
But don't slink to the gutters just to find a smile.

Then, before you know it, she's looking so beautiful
Just sitting there across and feeling so wonderful.
You can see it in the warm smile she so freely gives,
This, one in a million, lady truly loves as she lives.

Then she leaves, and you're alone again in your mess,
Wondering what is still left for you to quietly confess.
You pictured yourself as a man with a happy family,
You never pictured yourself without living a happy memory.

Some might urge that you bridge yourself over the rift,
Urging that you don't close your eyes to life's gift.
But then you will wake up after falling asleep alone,
Wondering at the busy signal ringing on your phone.

(c)March 25, 2026    Michael Doyle
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