Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Say it Again and Again and Again

I often wonder

if anyone worried about me,
if anyone had any words of wisdom
that I was never able to listen to
because I was too busy
trying to be those words
for myself or someone else.

How much did I miss
while I was preoccupied,
laboring with a thought
that lingered longer
than it ever should have?

I wish I could have you repeat
the words to me,
anything you ever wanted to say
but in the end, much was said
and not enough heard.

We missed our opportunity.

Who am I talking to?

Those who cared
that I tossed your feelings aside
like children do broken toys,
but you meant everything to me
and you never stopped to make me listen.

You gave up on me.