Minutes go by,
I can't fathom a reason why
You would avoid me so.
It feels as though,
Blow by blow
You never really cared for me.
A trusted friend
You are to me
But what am I to you?
Something new
And oddly cool
Cause I trusted you all the same?
All I ask
With all my mind
Is mere correspondence
So I will know
The state of our roles.
It would ease my spirit
And daytime fantasies,
If only you'd respond.
Furthermore,
I shall wait
As my kind heart does,
Yet take mental note
Of Lesson Number One.
Millie J. Skosher
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