I got one today with a note that said,
ďMiss you lotsĒ; now, thatís a joke.
How can you miss what you never had
Or even wanted?
Maybe Iím being too unkind or
Missing all the facts: all I know is
I loved you once and probably still do.
Alone at night, I wish youíd appear
On my doorstep asking to come in;
And Iíd oblige because loneliness is
Better when shared.
But you never show up
And I canít bear to open my heart,
To have it slammed shut once again.
Iím not very perfect, though Iíd like to be
And rather than shout to all the world
I push them aside and strengthen my
Bleak stare of self-concern.
Youíd think we live miles apart
When in fact itís only one and a half.
And the phone that rings in my mind
Every time I consider calling is told to
When the others are through.
So why call?
Itís easier to wait for the impossible
Than to live through the usual.
A friend of ours told me to stop
For us to stop abusing each other
But, Iíve never done it to hurt you:
Only in the hope youíd see how
Much I need you.
ďSometime next week,Ē huh?
Might as well be forever.
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