A poem for those who forget

It gets me down,

Thinking about you,

Not thinking about me

Ever.

And it's hard to reach out

When I can picture

My letters on a desk

Collecting dust,

Probably never read.

You probably blame me

For this absurd rift,

A continental drift

Away from old ties.

But it's not my fault.

So I took some time

To grow my mind,

If you didn't, well

It's not my job

To set a course for you too.

I guess you think I've changed,

That we're too different now,

But I'm just asking for the chance

To prove or disprove it.

I'm not turning water into wine,

I just want to change you mind.

Forget it.

Why bother?

-srw poetry angst main page