Alone, I wonder how it can
be that you
can forget me so
For years, my eyes have been
glued to you,
hoping that you’ll finally see me.
I wallow in my own
kicking myself for caring.
Love shouldn’t be so
open to interpretation.
“Please write back,” I beg,
quietly yearning for just a word, a whisper, to show you
remember me, that you
still burn inside like a pile of dry
tinder waiting for a match.
Undulating thoughts about you and me do a
Waltz in my head, trying to iron out the miles of clanging
xylophones that refuse to stop ringing your name.
You say, “just remember, stop needing more, just instantly
zap the want away.” But, I need to ask, “how did you do it, because I can’t even begin to try.”