New poem [title is in debate]:
There are many things that I would like to say
But you won’t give me the time of day
At times I want to share things with you
But I never know where you are
I do care about you
You couldn’t possibly be that far
However…It feels as if you are.
I doubt that you care
I doubt why are with me
I know answers are there
I wish you would explain, so that I could see
I sit and wait
This should not be my fate
Yet I care and continue to stare
I am alone
You aren’t
Things are unknown
I know what I deserve
I just wish you could put that foreword
If only time was wanted with me
Then, just maybe I could see.



