Speak No Evil

I write because I never got the chance to embellish on what I needed to say.

There was no need to write poems about you when you dashed me away.

I hum melodies as I pace up and down the isle.

Thinking about my fantasies of us and memories of our past that have me in denial.

During the still moments of silence when I have a break from all that I reminisce

Like having picnics under the a shady tree…

And how you love waking up and making pancakes for me.

I energize my soul… My being.

See I’m just not ready to talk about what I’m feeling.

So I wrote years worth of poetry and love stories for you.

To remember who we were and how we felt.

The most ironic part is that you didn’t have a clue.

I guess that’s what happens when you play the cards you have dealt.

I wrote because I don’t know how to save us.

Honestly, if you called me right now I swear I would cuss!

..It’s not that I want this anger to stay.

I wish you would just acknowledge that you hurt me, but your pride is in the way.

I don’t need you to beg for mercy or forgiveness.

Don’t get me wrong, I expect a big gesture, … a hug, … a forehead kiss.

And lastly a pinky promise…

That I can depend on your persistence

… for once.

Here and Now


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