Paranoia

A poem of sorts

What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I do with you?

A business trip
For the weekend
You just met her
Now she's meeting you
At the airport.

There's double paranoia
You and me both.
Think I'll be upset
If you tell me.
But I will be if you dont.

Secrecy breeds suspicion.
I don't know what to do.
What do I do with you?
What should I do?
What can i do?

Copyright 1997 Lynellen D. S. Perry