After some thought, I guess this is about the men in my life who just weren't there, maybe for a valid reason, maybe not...but in the end, just not there....and of course, how unfair I am about it at times...
Where have you been
I have been looking everywhere for you
Stressed to no end by your absence
I have cried
Maybe not real tears but crocodile ones count
I’ve thought of you
More than once a day
Sometimes twice
How can you do this to me
Leaving like this
Without a word
What
Work?
You have left me for something so mundane
You’re spending your days behind a desk
Instead of in my arms
A paycheck
Oh
Whatever
Hmmmnnnn Not sure about this one Sue, are you referring to a lover, a friend or a fellow poet? I like the poem regardless but some clarification may be nice.
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