It left a black smudge
On the bathroom sink.
I felt bad for a
Short while after.
I yawned a bit,
It just turned midnight,
Today is the 27th of June.
I feel as I expected I would
On your birthday.
I brushed my teeth too hard;
My bristles bent,
My gums bled.
That made me think of you more
I think I got that habit from you.
I’ll send you a text later,
But really it’s been saved on my phone
For at least a week,
And I've been wondering what to say
Even longer.
I doubt any conversation of substance
Will arise, and you’ll continue on
Rebuilding with me in the dark
And you in your new life.
I try to feel some sort of resentment
Towards you, but I can’t,
And I just end up feeling guilty.
Most of the time I end up in a panic
Because I can’t forget you.
There’s a lot that I could say
Or perhaps could have done
But that’s a time long gone
And I think I’m beginning to accept that
I’ll just be alone for a long while.
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